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((Pre-dated for the evening of June 8th.))
Damian had not slept since the night Bruce came home with Terry's body. Sleep was pointless. Going back to the his own dimension was pointless. This patrol... Was pointless. Everything felt wildly insignificant in light of everything that was to come for him in the next few weeks, the next few months at all. But he had been asked to meet here, for help with a mission. Over his day or so back in 2030, he'd managed to send out a general message through the Hub to offer aide to any dimensions in need of an extra set of hands.
Unfortunately, the night Bruce returned brought in 3 requests for him, and thus rendered him unable to return to see Max, or stay and keep Bruce any company. But he needed this. He missed Max terribly and his heart ached for what she must be feeling, but if he knew either of them at all, he would know that they were both going to go into overdrive in an effort not to think about Terry's defective suit, his body tumbling to Earth all alone...
He took a heaving breath there in the dark, it's wake barely visible. It was cold for June, but then, nothing was as expected lately, and this night was proving no more predictable. With a thoughtful growl, he pulled out his teleporter and vaguely admitted to himself that he might have the wrong place or time. Resetting the timer on it, he pressed the button and managed to end up on an entirely different part of town, not too far from the Opera house...
Feeling a bit disgruntled at his mix-up, he stalked down the rest of the alley to get up atop the low townhouse next to him, and began waiting again. The dimension seemed to have changed... Like the air was clearer, the night sharper, and through the clear, Damian could hear a gunshot. It wasn't what he had been waiting for, but before he could decide what he should do, his feet were taking him toward the source of the sound. It angered him, it set something off. Lack of sleep and a focus skewed by it was leading him and he knew it, but he needed to know who was shot... He wanted to beat the pulp out of someone who deserved it.
Scared, he had asked his father if they could get some air, or sit out in the lobby. Mother and Father both opted to leave, and Bruce took their hands as they exited through the alley to get back the main street, to catch the monorail.
Only seconds down the dark alley a haggard and strange man approached, of which Bruce didn't understand what he wanted, he only knew what he father was doing, which was trying to calm the man, and give him his wallet. Bruce's mother had him by the shoulders, holding him protectively to her, but in the split seconds that went by, in the time it took Bruce to blink, both his parents lie bleeding and dying in a puddle at his feet, his mother's pearls scattered across the gravel.
They'd been shot.
Bruce's father said something to him, vague and trying to calm him, but the boy was crying, on his knees, scared and alone, watching his parents die with no way to help.
Damian Wayne
Finally letting his eyes rest on the slight boy, who looked no more than 9 or 10, and D felt for a moment that perhaps his lack of sleep was leading to more hallucinations. He blinked again and the vision of his father's face dissipated some, but the striking green eyes and pointed nose kept that feeling of deja vu about his consciousness. The small features crumpled in fear and pain, Damian took very tentative steps toward him, crouching as he got about five feet away. "What's your name?" he asked, not bothering to disguise his voice to the boy, who was likely already scared of the man in all black. He wanted to just take him away, get him far from the forms of--
The face of the man lying before him, that was hard to mistake. He had seen pictures around the manor, and knowing how dimension-hopping worked, the few slight changes in structure were not doing much to disprove his growing suspicion. And then there was the woman, blonde, beautiful... Lying next to pearls splayed out like marbles at her side. Swallowing hard, D looked back up to the small boy and felt his chest tighten.