starter for @avisxe!
3:00 am , the clock on the Batcomputer read. Damian sat in the chair facing the monitor, carefully monitoring the locations and activities of each member of his family while listening for signs of trouble through the earpiece he wore–a Blackgate break-out was an all-hands-on-deck situation. All hands except for Damian, of course, who had been suited up and prepared to fight until his father barked a firm order to stay in the cave because to his – not even that badly, might he add – broken ankle. Five long hours of hearing the impact of fists on flesh, rapid-fire gunshots: the inglorious sounds of combat. He despised watching and listening to the fighting, unable to do anything but stare helplessly and shout out orders for backup over the comms, hoping that one of the many vigilantes at work would make it on time. It was grueling. Damian had not moved once from his spot, staring with rapt attention as his gut twisted with anxiety.
There was a mechanical hum, a ringing sharp and irritating – Damian explained it away in his mind as a sleep-deprived hallucination until it suddenly came to a piercing crescendo that sounded like it was emanating from somewhere in the Cave, some hundred-or-so feet away from where he sat. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes from the glaring monitors, armed himself with a throwing knife, and took cautious steps towards the strange noise. Just as he finished his approach, between one blink and another the noise stopped, leaving silence in its wake.
And a boy. A boy in a cape, bearing a familiar insignia on the right side of his chest – not Grayson’s old colors, or Drake’s, or Todd’s, or even Brown’s, but still distinctly Robin. An imposter, then. How had he gotten into the Cave? Teleportation? Damian supposed that stranger things had happened. He gripped the throwing knife with white knuckles and spoke with undisguised venom:
“ Who the hell are you? How did you get in here? ”
