Damian ignored the fwump behind him.
Rupert growled in irritation. "Bad Kitty! You killed Skull!"
"Sorry, Mr. Wilson!" his obedient servant apologized, glancing back at him.
"Be more careful with your aim! You"re holding a dangerous weapon."
Ignoring the delusional berating, Damian looked down at the hole in his trench coat. It was a nice, expensive coat. Now, it was ruined. But no matter. He placed his hand on his chest, and the coat started to slowly dissolve away, as did his shirt. “I don’t understand,” he said quietly. “It’s so boring, every time. You all think you’re so goddamned smart. ‘Ah ha! I’m so powerful! The Council will hear from me!’ Here’s a spoiler: You’re not smart. Far from it. Are you really so full of yourself to think that you’re the first to try this?”
Damian shr
