[Sanctuary city, The sanctum tower, Damian's POV.]
Free from most of his duties, Damian had returned his focus fully to his runic jets. The runic engines were not simple things to build, but day by day, the test results were coming back positive.
For short bursts of power, the jets had been proven powerful, but their real test was long-term function under load. With a few more adjustments and the flying part should be done. The functions and other features were also already planned by him; they just needed to be installed and tested in real time.
But for the past three days, it wasn't the runic jet on his mind. Damian was inside his chemistry lab. Trying to make a potion that could truly change the appearance of a person fully, instead of some features.
