Re: Damian and Leena in NJ
He was definitely acting odd. Cold maybe, despite his words before they left about being family and helping her regardless of her blood status. But maybe it was just being back here. Maybe something else, she couldn't tell, and the thought settled in a nebulous place where she needed more info but it wasn't immediately urgent. A 'keeping an eye on' sort of place that was behind her immediate need to explore the house.
The hairbrush she'd already found was safely in her backpack and ready to return with her to Repose, to be used as a baseline for establishing genetic ties to Bruce, and thus to Damian. She pushed the door open, fingertips lingering on the gilt of the doorknob, one shoulder pressed up against the jamb, an invasion of the doorway but not the room.
It's opulent inside. Excessive, but all the rooms were, the whole house fucking house was, like it was the Taj Mahal to their name and not to a favored wife. "Found a hairbrush," she said idly, gaze settling on him and the small mound of gilt beneath where his hand had been. Odd again, but she didn't ask.
She fidgeted, a little prance on the balls of her feet. "Is this room the same as you left it?" Would hers be? Or would all the things have been removed? And did that mean that they'd been placed in some room at the behemoth in Repose? If Bruce were here, he might be the one to ask these questions of, but he was not. Though, maybe if Damian didn't know, she could ask Cat.