@respectingfear
He thinks, on some level, that his father will surely be proud of him. All his planning, all the detective skill he’d lavished to bring his scheming to fruition. It had taken him days to get to where he was now. Days since he’d first heard the name Bruce Wayne mentioned in this city, a single moment that sent Damian hunting for all the information he could. There lied the great time-consumer of his plans, for this city did not work like Gotham did. He could not peruse GCPD files, or hack into criminal databases. Here, his resources were limited. And so, the son of Batman had had to get... creative. He’d used his fists as much as his brain then, chasing leads and whispers in the city’s underground. Uncovered evidence of Bruce Wayne’s presence in Hive City, and, almost more importantly, of Batman’s presence. And from there, it had taken little effort to trace the line of data to an address. A home, in the mountains. Remote and inhospitable. Naturally.
Finding someone to bring him there was harder. No one wanted to brave those snow-capped peaks... that is, until they were dangled upside down from a skyscraper’s roof. After that, things became simple again... until the traps, of course. Damian had expected them, but not to this extent. It had taken everything in him to avoid them, every ounce of agility and flexibility his body could provide. It had earned him a cut across the cheek, a blow to the chest. But, then, finally, he was through. He was there. Alighting on the windowsill of the second floor room, cape fluttering behind him. Damian raised his head as he dropped into the manor, taking a step towards the chair across the room, where a man sat, turned away from him.
❝ Father. ❞ The moment felt important, although Damian couldn’t say why. ❝ I found you. ❞