Damian Wayne — Point of View
The Batjet cut through the upper atmosphere in near silence, its engines tuned to a frequency that barely registered on civilian radar. Damian Wayne sat in the co-pilot's seat, arms crossed, mask still on, eyes fixed on the holographic navigation display. Four hours. That was how long it took to put distance—real distance—between Rick Flag Sr. and everything they had built beneath the earth.
Four hours to think.
Damian hated thinking when he wasn't training.
Rick Flag Sr.'s face kept resurfacing in his mind—not during the fight, not during the tests, but during the moment of departure. The gratitude. The restraint. The quiet resolve of a soldier who had been broken, rebuilt, and then set free with more power than most men should ever have.
And yet… he trusted him.
That, more than the Sandevistan, unsettled Damian.
The Batjet descended, its cloaking systems engaging as the terrain below shifted from barren rock to the carefully engineered camouflage of Batman's hidden base. The hangar doors opened just long enough to receive the jet before sealing again, as if the mountain itself had swallowed them whole.
The moment the jet powered down, Damian was already on his feet.
He didn't bother with ceremony.
He moved fast through the corridors, boots echoing sharply against polished stone and reinforced steel. The base was quiet now—too quiet. No alarms. No test simulations. Just the hum of generators and the low, constant heartbeat of the facility.
The room he was heading for was occupied.
He could feel it.
Batman.
Mr. Terrific.
The Atom.
Dr. Leslie Thompkins.
Dr. Meena Dhawan.
The people who mattered.
Damian pushed the doors open without knocking.
All eyes turned toward him.
Batman stood near the central console, cape draped over his shoulders like a shadow given form. Mr. Terrific was seated, holographic schematics hovering around him. The Atom leaned against a worktable, arms folded, while both surgeons stood nearby, still in their lab coats, mid-discussion.
Damian didn't waste time.
"We need to talk about the future of this base."
The room stilled.
Batman turned fully toward him. "Explain."
Damian stepped forward, pulling his mask back just enough to show his face—not vulnerability, but seriousness. "What we built here was meant for one man. Rick Flag Sr. But what happened proves something else."
No one interrupted him.
"This place works. It's invisible. Secure. Self-sustaining. And more importantly—it's off the grid in ways even the Watchtower isn't anymore."
Mr. Terrific's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're suggesting repurposing it."
"I'm stating the obvious," Damian replied flatly. "Villains already know the Watchtower exists. They know Titans Tower. They know half our emergency response locations. If the League is hit hard—if we're wounded, compromised, or hunted—we need somewhere no one else knows about."
Dr. Thompkins spoke carefully. "You're talking about a medical sanctuary."
"Yes," Damian said. "For heroes. For recruits. For operations that can't leave a paper trail."
Dr. Meena Dhawan nodded slowly. "The equipment here is beyond anything civilian medicine could hide. Even most governments."
The Atom straightened. "He's right. If someone like Flash, Wonder Woman, or even Superman needed immediate treatment without the world watching—this place could save lives."
Batman remained silent.
Damian turned to face his father directly. "You trained us to plan for contingencies. This is one. A fallback base. A sanctuary. A place where the League can disappear if necessary."
Seconds passed.
Then Batman spoke. "The Justice League would need to vote on it."
"They will," Damian said confidently. "Most of them, at least. They're not blind. They know we're being watched more than ever."
Batman's gaze lingered on him—assessing, measuring.
Finally, he nodded once. "I'll bring it to the League."
Damian exhaled quietly. Not relief—confirmation.
Batman then turned slightly, addressing the room. "Michael. Ray. I want you to remain here for two more days. Audit systems. Ensure long-term sustainability."
Both Mr. Terrific and the Atom nodded without hesitation.
Batman shifted his attention to the surgeons. "As for you… your work here is complete. Some of you were compensated. Some of you stayed for the challenge. You're free to leave—or to remain. If you stay, this becomes your workplace."
Dr. Thompkins smiled faintly. "I'm not going anywhere."
Dr. Dhawan shared a look with her and nodded. "Neither am I. Opportunities like this don't exist in the real world."
Batman inclined his head in acknowledgment.
Damian turned toward the exit. "Then that's settled."
"Damian," Batman said.
He paused.
"You did well," Bruce added quietly.
Damian didn't respond—he rarely did—but the words stayed with him as he walked away.
The hangar was open again, the cool air rushing in as Damian activated the external beacon.
"Toothless," he called.
A distant roar answered him—low, irritated, unmistakable.
The massive dragon swooped down from above, landing with a heavy thud that rattled the stone beneath them. Toothless folded his wings, eyes narrowing at Damian with clear annoyance.
"I know," Damian muttered, climbing onto the saddle. "I've been busy. Stop glaring at me. You hate anyone else riding you anyway—except me and Raven."
Toothless snorted but didn't argue.
Damian glanced back once at the hidden base—at what it had been, and what it was about to become.
Rick Flag Sr. was gone.
The secret was contained.
But the consequences were just beginning.
"To Titans Tower," Damian said.
The dragon launched skyward, disappearing into the clouds—leaving behind a base that might one day save the League itself, and a world that had no idea how close it was to changing forever.
It took Damian only a few hours to return to Jump City.
Toothless cut through the clouds like a living shadow, wings slicing the air in powerful, silent strokes. The city lights were already visible in the distance, the familiar glow of Titans Tower rising from the shoreline like a beacon. Damian leaned forward slightly, resting a hand against Toothless's neck, feeling the steady rhythm of flight beneath him.
For the first time in days, his mind wasn't racing.
Rick Flag Sr. was home. Alive. Walking. Stronger than anyone would ever suspect.
The Sandevistan project was complete.
Just as Titans Tower came fully into view, a sharp vibration pulsed against Damian's wrist. His eyes flicked down instantly.
The Titan alert.
Nightwing didn't trigger that system lightly.
Damian tapped the device, and a red holographic display flared to life midair as Toothless banked toward the city. Nightwing's voice played automatically, tense but controlled.
"All Titans—this is Nightwing. We have a Class-Red threat in Jump City. A mutated creature is on the loose—appears to be a lab experiment gone wrong. Genetic splicing, reptilian base. The thing's huge, aggressive, and already causing widespread damage. Civilians are being evacuated, but we need everyone. Coordinates are attached. Move now."
The display shifted to a live feed.
A monster—once a lizard—now a towering, grotesque fusion of scales, muscle, and jagged bone—was tearing through the streets. Cars were overturned like toys. Buildings bore deep claw marks. Police weapons bounced harmlessly off its hide.
Damian didn't hesitate.
"Toothless," he said sharply.
The dragon roared in response, diving hard.
By the time Damian arrived, the fight was already chaos.
Starfire was in the air, unleashing starbolts that staggered the creature but failed to bring it down. Beast Boy—currently a massive rhino—rammed the monster head-on, only to be thrown aside. Cyborg was laying down heavy fire, while Nightwing coordinated evacuations on the ground.
Raven hovered above the battlefield, eyes glowing violet as she struggled to maintain a containment spell. Sweat beaded on her forehead. The creature thrashed violently, resisting her magic far more than expected.
Then it happened.
An explosion—one of the creature's mutated glands detonated under Cyborg's fire.
The shockwave slammed into Raven mid-spell.
Her focus shattered.
She gasped, magic flickering, and suddenly gravity reclaimed her.
"RAVEN!" Starfire shouted.
But everyone was too far. Too busy.
Raven fell.
Fast.
The wind tore past her ears as panic surged—until a familiar sound cut through the chaos.
A deep, powerful whoosh.
Toothless.
The dragon slammed into a dive so fast it cracked the air itself, pulling up at the last second. Raven barely had time to gasp before strong arms caught her, locking around her waist.
She collided against armored chest plates instead of concrete.
Damian landed smoothly atop Toothless's back, one arm still holding her securely.
She blinked, breath hitching—then relaxed instantly when she heard Toothless's low, familiar rumble.
"…Took you long enough," Raven muttered weakly.
Damian smirked beneath his mask. "Give me a break. I literally just got back."
She looked up at him, eyes narrowing slightly. "So… did you finish your little project with Rick Flag Sr.?"
"Yes," Damian answered without hesitation. "We'll talk later. Right now—focus."
Raven nodded, centering herself as Damian released her. Toothless leapt back into the air as Raven regained altitude, magic flaring brighter—controlled, precise.
Together, the Titans pushed harder.
This time, they didn't hold back.
It took another thirty minutes of brutal combat, coordination, and raw power—but finally, the creature collapsed. Raven floated down slowly, chanting softly as her magic rewove the creature's damaged genome.
The monster shrank.
Bones realigned. Scales softened.
Until finally, a normal, terrified lizard lay trembling on the pavement.
The battle was over.
Later, back at Titans Tower, the mood was quiet—relieved.
Damian and Raven stood beneath steaming water in the shower, exhaustion finally catching up to them. Afterwards, they collapsed onto the bed, tangled together, breathing slow and steady.
Raven rested her head against Damian's chest.
"I missed you," she said softly.
He brushed his thumb along her arm. "I know."
She tilted her head up, studying his face. "You don't look as stressed as you did before. Not like when you were obsessing over that cybernetic implant for Rick Flag Sr."
Damian exhaled slowly. "Because it worked."
She smiled faintly. "Good."
Before either of them could say more, Damian's communicator chimed.
Batman.
Damian sighed but activated it.
A video began playing.
Rick Flag Sr.
Moving faster than humanly possible.
Time distorted—bullets crawling through the air as Rick dismantled seven armed gang members in seconds. Bone-breaking precision. Tactical brutality. Then a metahuman—flames roaring from his hands—taken down just as efficiently.
Damian watched silently.
The footage ended with Rick standing protectively beside a young woman—identified clearly as Luna, the daughter of the Secretary of Defense.
Batman's voice followed.
"Rick Flag Sr. used the Sandevistan today to protect a high-value civilian. One hostile escaped due to situational focus, but the threat was neutralized. Word will spread. Villains, rogue scientists, intelligence agencies—many will start looking at him. However, no one will trace this back to you. Or the Titans. This stays with me."
The message ended.
Damian shut off the device.
Raven looked at him quietly. "You did this."
"Yes," he replied. No pride. No regret.
She took his hand. "You gave someone their life back."
Damian stared at the ceiling, thoughtful.
"And now," he said quietly, "the world just noticed."
Outside, the city slept.
But somewhere far away, gears were already turning.