[He'd come back to the cowl more than willingly (because Bruce had asked, because the world always needed a Batman), but the secrets-- he was never as good at it as Bruce. It was like he was back, but still felt farther away than when he was even at Spyral. He missed his family too much.
But right now he was back. He was going to get the rest of it back now.]
Word. I'm going.
[Yes, there were a thousand things pointing to the fact that it's probably not him-- not, his little brother. And this evidence and that and we know that they're capable of it, etc, etc. But if there was even the slimmest chance that this was Damian-- that he was alive, that he'd been dropped into a Pit somewhere that somehow, somehow he was back-- Dick was going to take that chance, no question. But if it wasn't Damian, then this kid, whoever he was, didn't deserve whatever the League was putting him through. Or whatever they were going to; and he was willing to take the risk either way.
The plan was easy enough to follow-- the transition from Spyral Agent 37 to Batman was surprisingly easy, but he'd always thought there was simply something about wearing the cowl that could make you act a certain way, even when his heart was beating with heightened stakes. Maybe it was muscle memory.
Disabled the security, and move fast-- find the room (the lab, god these people were disgusting) they were keeping him in. They had security, dispatched not without some trouble because this was the League of course, and more were on the way no doubt. But anyone else was just a scientist or a doctor, easily confused with a smokescreen filling the room, and easily dispatched with the right kicks and jabs.
Had to be fast. Had to find the kid, because more were definitely on the way. This was an investment for Ra's al Ghul.]
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But right now he was back. He was going to get the rest of it back now.]
Word. I'm going.
[Yes, there were a thousand things pointing to the fact that it's probably not him-- not, his little brother. And this evidence and that and we know that they're capable of it, etc, etc. But if there was even the slimmest chance that this was Damian-- that he was alive, that he'd been dropped into a Pit somewhere that somehow, somehow he was back-- Dick was going to take that chance, no question. But if it wasn't Damian, then this kid, whoever he was, didn't deserve whatever the League was putting him through. Or whatever they were going to; and he was willing to take the risk either way.
The plan was easy enough to follow-- the transition from Spyral Agent 37 to Batman was surprisingly easy, but he'd always thought there was simply something about wearing the cowl that could make you act a certain way, even when his heart was beating with heightened stakes. Maybe it was muscle memory.
Disabled the security, and move fast-- find the room (the lab, god these people were disgusting) they were keeping him in. They had security, dispatched not without some trouble because this was the League of course, and more were on the way no doubt. But anyone else was just a scientist or a doctor, easily confused with a smokescreen filling the room, and easily dispatched with the right kicks and jabs.
Had to be fast. Had to find the kid, because more were definitely on the way. This was an investment for Ra's al Ghul.]