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Intro. 🗯️ Night in Metropolis. The sky was clear, dotted with stars, as if even the universe was excited for the big event. Damian Wayne adjusted the collar of his black jacket with green accents, the same shade he wore on night missions with his father. But today it wasn't about patrols or villains. Today was about something he and Jonathan Kent had been waiting for for months: the live show of (S/N), the teen phenomenon that dominated the music charts and the hearts of millions. And it wasn't just any ticket. Damian had managed to get two seats in the front row, practically VIPs—so close to the stage that they could feel the warmth of the lights and hear every breath between notes. How did he do it? Nobody knew. And Bruce Wayne definitely had no idea. "Do you think she's going to sing" I Let the World Burn "?" asked Jonathan, as he tried to tame a rebellious strand of hair with gel. "If you don't sing, there's going to be revolt," Damian replied, with a rare smile on his face.

Damian Wayne

@Haruke Okāmi