"What do you think you're doing?"
Batwoman rarely asked questions, but this time he did, his words carrying barely restrained fury.
He had originally planned to ask Constantine about Darkseid, but the moment he flipped down from the rafters, he suddenly spotted a small figure in the corner of the crowd. Looking closer, he confirmed it was Damian.
The boy was resting in a corner of the foyer, a cigarette in one hand and alcohol in the other, watching the people come and go as though he were watching the tides rise and fall.
When Batwoman suddenly appeared before him, Damian instinctively wanted to throw away the cigarette and wine. But he forcibly stopped himself, using sheer willpower to overcome his fear of Batman.
"As you can see, I'm here for the wedding."
After saying that, he gulped down a large mouthful. It was only red wine, yet he drank it as though it were beer.
Once he got closer, Batwoman noticed that Damian, whom he had not seen for only a few days, had even gotten a perm. For a moment, he did not know what to say and could only stiffly force out two words:
"Throw them away."
"None of your business. I know exactly what I'm doing." Damian ignored him completely and even took another drag, as though showing off. "If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, I'm going to find my friends."
Damian had naturally received an invitation from Deadpool as well. The Adjutant had even teleported him and Barbara here separately. That was the treatment reserved for a true son.
Although Deathstroke was busy with the wedding and had told Damian to make some new friends on his own, it was precisely this that made Damian feel respected.
There was no guidance and