quicklog: dami/jason on a roof behind wayne tower
[Damian could have been Batman. His gear appeared here with his other stuff, offering him a solution to the problem that was Gotham. Or at least, called itself Gotham. This was a place he didn't recognize and he blamed it on the time lost. His Gotham was a smattering of color, grime and blood. This place was just grime and blood. His family was gone, Jason was the only one "cleaning" up the streets and he almost didn't believe his father would be back. He could be Batman. He was a good Bat in his world after he got over all the hangups. But, what was the point here?
Instead, he was in his Robin outfit. His hair was shaved on the sides in a style that suited him now, but never did before his time away. There was a ring in his ear and tiny scars on his face. The yellow cape flapped in the wind like a beacon. Robin was a target. A dot to hit. Part of him wondered if his brother was so convinced he was a clone that he would try to kill him first. Part of him knew Jason wouldn't do that.
He crossed his arms. He tried not to think about all the people Jason killed in his name. He tried not to let his blood boil right over.]