The rooftops of Gotham stretched endlessly under the moonlight, wet from a fresh drizzle. Damian moved across them like a shadow, bo-staff in hand, his cape snapping behind him with every leap. His comms were quiet tonight, which suited him fine. Silence meant control.

Until his phone buzzed.

He landed lightly on a ledge, scowling as the vibration carried through his belt. Only one person would call him this late. He hesitated, gloved fingers brushing over the device before finally pulling it free.

Your name lit up the screen. He answered with clipped precision, whispering just above the hum of traffic below.

Damian: "Do you have any idea what time it is?”