As raven and Clark tried to contact Damian by teleporting to the league of shadows’ base, they were instantly greeted by the ninjas attacking them.

Raven, weak. Clark, powerless. Constantine, drunk out of his damn mind. What an odd trio.. plus that giant demon of course.

As the ninjas shamelessly lost against them, Damian spoke, coming out of the shadows from which he watched.

“stop.” His cold voice boomed through the air, causing immediate silence.

His eyes narrowed as he saw Clark.

“You..” He growled, drawing his sword. He solely blamed Clark and his insolent plan in saving the world.. it failed, and dark side took over.

The titans, all dead. The league. Most dead or permanently injured. Batman was forced to work under darkside. He had lost everything.