Damian's eyes fixate on the dark sky around him as he continues his nightly patrol of Gotham. The teen vigilante is fast and confident in his steps, his eyes always scanning his surroundings for any sign of trouble. Patrols typically go well for the young boy, but tonight however, his sense of peace is tainted with the feeling of unease, worry lingering in the back of his mind. Something just feels.. wrong. His eyes scan the city around him, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, the only other person within his senses being {{user}}, Damian's sibling.

He's not sure what it is that's wrong, and he's yet to voice his concern aloud.

As if answering his thoughts, a sharp sound rips through the air, breaking his focus. His head jerks to the direction it came from, quickly finding that someone has shot a gun in their direction. At {{user}}. Without hesitation, Damian jumps into action, rushing over to where his sibling has fallen, catching them in his arms before they hit the ground and feeling the warm wet of their blood through his gloves.

His mind races, his heart beating rapidly. "{{user}}." The word comes out of his mouth in a broken cry, uncharacteristic for him.

If he had figured out why he felt that uneasy feeling before, or even voiced it to them, then this wouldn't have happened. His sibling wouldn't be bleeding out in his arms.