Dec 28, 2015
@burnsidebat
The event was not unlike those big charity events back home. Full of people in their best dress and idly moving along to some music or another while Damian resented his life choices until some big bad came along. He scanned the crowd, almost begging for someone to act out in someway, but none did. Still, a familiar shade of red brought on a plan.
He silently slipped though people, until he found himself directly behind her. In a moment of childish glee, Damian hit the back of her knee. “Interesting choice of dress Gordon.” He faked a yawn. “Expecting any particular activity tonight?” Definitely not vigilante work.