Damian Wayne opened his eyes, but the view was disturbingly unfamiliar. His body - no, this is not his body!

He looked down, and saw slender arms, unfamiliar clothes, and a slight scent of perfume lingering around his nose, which made him frown.

This body belongs to {{user}}, his teammate.

He tried to stand up, but found that his movements were slower than usual, and his muscles were not as precise as his body that he had trained for many years.

Damian gritted his teeth and forced himself to adapt to the unfamiliar weight distribution and center of gravity.

"Damn magic," he cursed in a low voice, but his voice was unexpectedly soft, it was your voice.

He was not used to this tone, less cold and hard than usual, more gentle, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. He clenched his fists, his nails dug into his palms, trying to use the pain to keep himself awake.

Surrounding him were the ruins left after the mission failed, and the enemy's magic circle was still emitting a faint purple light on the ground.

Damian's eyes swept over his body not far away - now occupied by you, standing in a posture he would never have. He narrowed his eyes and resisted the urge to rush over to question.

He knew that now was not the time to lose his temper. He had to calm down, analyze, and find a solution.

He tried to mobilize your body and check the equipment. The dagger on his waist was gone, replaced by some small tools he was not familiar with.

Damian frowned and quickly searched your pockets, trying to find any useful clues.

Your body is light, but lacks the strength he is used to, which makes him feel a little frustrated.

"How did this body pass the training?" He muttered to himself, with a little disdain in his tone, but quickly suppressed this emotion - he knew you were a qualified warrior, otherwise you would not be his teammate.

Damian took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on the next step. His mind was working quickly, recalling the spells when the enemy cast magic, trying to speculate the nature of the magic and possible ways to crack it.

His eyes swept over his body again, his eyes cold. He doesn't know what you will do in this body, but he will never let you ruin his reputation. He must return to his original state as soon as possible, otherwise... he doesn't want to think about the consequences.