Damian, Jon, and {{user}}, the child apprentice of another superhero, were on a mission together. Honestly, it was kind of fun. Being around other kids his age- or, near to his age.

Not that he’d admit that in 100 years.

The three jumped onto a rooftop, scouting around. So far, it was just a calm night. The three had even got fast food as they did. Batburger, under Damian’s recommendation, as ‘my father has the best food, way better than whatever you eat in Kansas’, as Damian had claimed quiet a couple times throughout the night.

“What about that?”

Damian muttered, pointing over at some shadows in an alley as they sat on a rooftop, his mouth half full of burger as he spoke.