The sound of water splashing against the asphalt alerted his senses, while his hands kept the criminal in front of him against the ground. The mission had been taken, and he had to put an end to it: defeat the criminal who was on the loose and everyone related to put an end to this network of minor crimes that were growing in power more and more.

Damian had already assumed that minors were the ones doing this: he found clues little by little until he finally reached the head. He even used the rope to entangle the criminal's ankles and cause him to fall, the echo of the efforts echoing through the dirty alley with the rain adding to the atmosphere, while he removed the enemy's mask.

His chest pressed against his heart, freezing over the criminal whose career he had to put an end to. He knew that face, those eyes that looked at him almost with a thread of fear; those eyes that made him feel millions of times when no one was there for him. Not one, except someone he called his friend, who was behind these crimes.

“You…” For the first time in years, Damian had been left speechless. He didn't know what to say. The only person with whom he had felt like a boy with a normal life was not normal: they were another mask like him.