If it had been anywhere else, DNA comparison would have been a lengthy process, but Central City's STAR Labs was different.
On one hand, they had acquaintances who could pull strings. On the other, they could use the Speed Force to accelerate the machines. The results should come quickly.
Wally was eager to get the game and doing his best to prove he would not disappoint. With those two factors combined, Damian felt fairly comfortable using the honest man.
It was not as though he would trust the results completely once they came out. He merely needed a reason for his future plans.
A reason to suspect.
"Hm? You finished your cone. Want another?"
Harley walked over holding two ice cream cones, one in each hand, one pink and one blue. She stuck out her tongue, licking the left one before licking the right.
She had no intention of giving either to Damian. She was just here to watch the show.
"No. That stuff lowers the body's core temperature. A moderate amount is fine, but if we suddenly run into a fight, it'll affect combat effectiveness." Damian had not wanted to respond to Harley, but thinking of her relationship with Deathstroke, he explained a little.
"Oh, then let's go play inside that Sphinx. I want to dance with mummies." Harley looked eagerly at Damian, holding up her ice cream as she imitated MJ's Zombie Dance.
Damian covered his eyes and sighed. "Mummies are dried corpses, while zombies are rotting corpses. They are completely different things. And even if that were the real Sphinx, it isn't a tomb. There are no mummies inside."
"Is that so? Then how do dried corpses dance? Teach me." Harley smiled with wide eyes. She was genuinely curious.
"..." Damian felt like death would be preferable.