Quicklog, above ground.
[Unaware of (though suspecting) the communication going on via the other bats, birds, and boys and girls, Damian plays with misdirection, disturbing things here and there in Wonder City to look as if he might be headed one way, before letting his trail disappear. When he surfaces in Gotham, coming up through an ancient tunnel into the bowels of a—donut shop?—he can't fight the smile on his face, vicious and violent as it is.
Though all of Father's children could fight, and well, it wasn't simple hubris that had Damian thinking he's likely the most formidable, or, at least, most skilled. He'd been bred to do it, been taught, honed and recalibrated like the weapon he was, since the day he was born. And however poisoned his mind, he still welcomes any attempts on his life from his so-called peers.—The man bursts from the basement, turning his face to the security cameras he is sure are feeding Barbara somewhere. He gives a wave before grabbing the nearest patron—a woman in her 40s—and breaking her neck with one, simple movement of palms. He mugs and mimes at the camera as the donut-shop goers panic and fight for the exit. He wants to be seen, indeed.