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And we're all set to fight if you want, I'll maybe need a hand though.

Damian's general eavesdropping was interrupted by a very soft chime from his phone. He'd had the thing semi-secretly hooked up to the Manor's security systems for a while now considering not going on patrol alone left him with little enough to do on some nights but make casual attempts at hacking into parts of the Bat-Computer. A quick check of it showed that someone had just broken in through a window of one of the bedrooms that was never used anymore. Worse yet the photo was of some man in what looked like motorcycle leathers that Damian didn't recognize at all. Of course, it would be just perfect if an assassin or world-class burglar or some new super-villain broke in on tonight of all nights. Although maybe it would make the alleged happy couple delay the wedding... But since the others were busy and Damian wanted to do something other than sit in this honestly-just-very-dusty passageway for too much longer he decided to take it up to the floor in question, slipping a batarang he'd palmed earlier just-in-case into one hand and with the other grabbing a... _What is this even? An old feather-duster? Some kind of broom handle? Utter foolishness like this is exactly why Father needs to let me start carrying a sword around again! But at least it has some weight behind it..._ Emerging from the passageway he readied to throw the Batarang at the intruder as soon as he opened the door and made himself vulnerable, then follow it up with a leaping strike from the..whatever it was as an improvised sword of sorts.

> I don't mean to be the buzzkill, i'm not even in, but didn't Alfred die on the timeline? Yeah, I just noticed that part too although I really liked the rest of the post! In his defence, Alfred not being around does feel super unnatural and it's hard to come up with substitute interactions for things you feel like only Alfred might do. > I promise I'll go easy on you because you're the new kid. > But yeah, I'll be around if you need me for a collab or what not, if not, have fun investigating that stranger in the biker jacket creeping around in an old bedroom. I'll probably post a quick "Damian moving into position for this or that reason" and then if you like we can do a fight/banter collab post, although I'll admit I'm not great at collab stuff personally.

> I don't mean to be the buzzkill, i'm not even in, but didn't Alfred die on the timeline? Yeah, I just noticed that part too although I really liked the rest of the post! In his defence, Alfred not being around does feel super unnatural and it's hard to come up with substitute interactions for things you feel like only Alfred might do.

> Well, they probably already know he was dicking around in the backyard due to him taking his time. Whether or not they know it's up is up to you guys, though it seems unlikely anyone that wasn't around when Jason was Robin/died would be very knowledgeable as to what he looks like. Soo...unfamiliar man who knows how to pick the locks on Wayne Manor's windows and not bothering to conceal breaking in? We're gonna have _so_ much fun!

Actually it looks pretty good, and since you were sparse with the actual window-opening description it more or less checks out (spoken with the experience of someone whose older brother legitimately used to have to climb two stories up and swing through a window to access our own house at times due to issues with busted security locks, so yeah XD) The only question is how quickly people will figure out he's gotten in and how hard Damian throws the batarang at him/and or attacks him with a broom.

Awesome! I like how you managed to be really descriptive with a minimum of words on the Character Impressions!

Will try and get a post up tonight

Post finished! Hope it's alright for a first attempt!

_Shows what she knows, the darts haven't used real poison in months._ If there was at least one good thing about Wayne Manor, it was that it offered plenty of hiding places if you wanted to avoid other people. The one Damian currently occupied had probably been some kind of old servants' hallway, disused enough nowadays that the tiny lock built into the wall that barely revealed its' presence had to be picked to get it open as the key had disappeared ages ago. It was also-thankfully-a great place to eavesdrop on certain parts of the house. If anyone bothered to come looking for him he would probably have a head-start and given his own lifetime of training in stealth and the amount of rooms and passages in the house he was almost confident he could avoid everyone all night if he had to. That would work out just fine with the current Boy Wonder. Damian was exactly the opposite of thrilled with how things had been going lately and this whole "party" situation was just the latest and worse part of the whole ordeal. If he had to pretend and play nice with Tim while the latter glared exploding shuriken at him only to have Dick keep reminding him to control his temper on top of _everything else_ he was going to go through the kind of mental and emotional death that no Lazarus Pit or hi-tech organ transplant could save him from. It wasn't his fault after all, nothing anyone blamed him for was his fault, not lately anyways. He had only tried to kill Tim once, maybe twice at the most and that was almost more than a year ago but Tim still wouldn't stop looking at him like he was about to explode into a deadly rampage at any minute! Was he more on edge than usual, or a little more touchy? Of course! But who wouldn't be while seeing their father completely lose his mind? Completely dropping his guard and marrying the Kyle woman and he hadn't even seen fit to consult Damian at all! And they had announced the whole thing so pleased with themselves and elaborated on all of it so condescendingly as if he were **a child**! ..._Well I suppose I am a child in the technical sense but they have no right to treat me like that! Me!_ He was no common child after all, and he of all people was affected by this madness-induced decision and the foolishness it had prompted! All this talk of how **nice** and **happy** things would be and Selina being part of the family all while he had to sit there and smile along! Unlike some people here he still had a mother already and she... _Isn't here._ That had been the long and short of it. She wasn't here and Selina Kyle was marrying his father tomorrow. And here he was, hiding in a passage and- no not sulking, A Wayne didn't sulk and neither did an Al Ghul. They certainly didn't tear up either, even if the world had gone completely mad. No, he was just here to avoid getting into an argument with Tim and replace the tranquilizer darts without getting caught. The passageway was, however, eye-irritatingly dusty.