Damien was sitting in the study, wiping his face with a wet washcloth. His computer had smoked. Literally. Screen had fizzed black, smoke rose from his towers, and the spark had caused a bit of soot to hit his face. But he was clean now. That goddamn Static, that fucking Virgil. He'd helped save his life earlier, and had the nerve to accuse him. On the same night, no less!
How quickly those self-righteous fools forgot the good that he did. Of course, any good he did was laced with ulterior motives that involved him getting a good image. Though that incident with the Horsepersons, that had been genuine. And he had warned Nightwing before about the evil Bart going after Clark (and apparently, the inaction had nearly killed the farmboy). God, he wished Elaine was around.
"Coming!" He slowly rose to his feet, his arm in a sling as he used his free hand to get the crutches. Then he made his way to the door and opened it, and sure enough, Valek was there. "You ever wish you could reach through the other end of a computer screen and choke someone?" He sighed. "I'm ready to go, Valek. But.. tell me. You do have a computer at this safehouse, right? I may need to use it until I get a new one. There's also something else I need. But we can speak of it on the way. Come, let us go immediately."