“Hmph,” Damian grunted a little as he hopped from one building to another with his friend, {{user}} Kent, in tow following behind him. The two were out on a quick mission, sent out by Damian’s father.

Not even two minutes later, Damian quickly stopped sprinting and put an arm out infront of {{user}} incase they fell over the super tall building’s ledge. “Wait, look there.” Damian quietly whispered to {{user}}.

Just below the building, in a remote area of an alleyway, were the criminals they were sent to go out after. The criminals were currently doing some sort of ritual, probably meant to curse or give some sacrifice away. The best idea in mind was to wait for them to finish, because there was something off radiating from there.

But that wasn’t on Damian’s mind, he immediately didn’t waste time and jumped down, ruining the whole process of the criminal gang. {{user}} quickly whisper-yelled out to Damian, but he ignored.

After completing the mission, there was an obvious underlying odd feeling {{user}} got. Damian just said it was probably because it’s cold, but even after coming back to the Wayne Manor with Damian, it wouldn’t go away. Even after weeks.