Batwoman had no particularly good way of dealing with a Rebellion child. She had previously spoken with Alfred about Damian "taking a thief for his father."
The butler's opinion was that once Damian grew up—once his body at least displayed the various characteristics of an adult man—it would naturally become clear from his looks whom he resembled. That was how genetics worked.
Deathstroke had deceived Damian, but at most it had been a joke. He had also given the child some pretty good things and genuinely treated the boy well, so there was no need to fall out over it.
Who had not doubted who their father was when they were young? This was the United States, and Gotham at that. Here, not only was one's father very likely not one's biological father, but even one's mother might not be one's biological mother.
Do not doubt it—Alfred was not wrong. In Gotham, every kind of strange thing could happen. There were plenty of cases where men turned into women, then got pregnant, gave birth, and produced freakish offspring.
But today, as she listened to the boy complain nonstop while walking, her emotions still stirred somewhat.
She had clearly been worried about him and specifically tracked down his location to save him. Even if she was Batwoman, she could not possibly know what plans he had in his dream.
"..."
So Batman simply turned and left, firing a grappling hook toward the sky and flying into the Bat-plane hovering overhead.
Blue fire blasted from the plane's rear, and it vanished from Damian's sight with a whoosh.
Yes, that was Batwoman's way of handling things. She explained none of her actions, much less meaningless complaints from Damian that contained no actual intelligence.
And evidently, the boy knew that as well. The moment