Who: Clark and Bruce Where: Batcave When: Evening What: Research Rating: TBD
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Clark was torn between amused and not amused. He had noticed that the papers were likely a request for restraining orders. Perhaps Damien had not done this before. Probably didn't need to.. maybe people ended up dead or worse. He could shake the feeling that he was missing something though, like maybe there was a tiny detail he just couldn't find. He shrugged it off now. He could just ponder it later, between pie and hearing Bart joke around again.
However, they had something. One could call it evidence. Damien had bled on it.. and touched it. So at least they had blood and prints to work with. He was a bit curious about the blood. He'd be a bit surprised if it turned out he wasn't human as he appeared. Maybe it's demonic blood, or.. something else. They'd find out soon enough. As to the prints? They could match that up with police cases, and God willing... perhaps literally.. they'd see if he was as clean as he posed himself as. As soon as he read Bruce's last comment, he went off, and was standing in front of him a second later. "So.. you have the batarang ready?"