Damian didn't have much need to venture outside the manor. Whatever the actual house lacked, the resources in the bat cave more than made up for it. There were libraries to study in, numerous pantries filled with food, training centers stocked with a variety of equipment, and a computer system that was capable of monitoring numerous situations without even blinking. What more could a growing vigilante want?
Yet over the past few days Pennyworth had been making comments here or there that implied there was more to life than just work, even with the crisis going on. (There would always be another crisis.) He had also come right out and commented that it'd been a while since Damian had gone out during daylight hours.
Since the fluctuations in age hadn't seemed to faze the older man, Damian had reluctantly allowed himself to be chased out of the house. He'd set the computer system up to do some heavy number crunching and had agreed to go out for lunch and nothing more.
He was walking down the streets, debating whether he should try to locate the same street vendor as before we he saw a familiar looking dog. His eyes narrowed and he frowned slightly. He had only seen one picture of the dog (and corgis really didn't have a terrible amount of variety) but it was enough to make him cast a critical look at the woman holding the leash.