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Me and Damian were sitting in the alley, playing the whole waiting game to see the work of that one symbol being spread throughout the whole world. I was always the type of person who hated being forced to wait for anything, so I had to force myself to be more patient. At least Damian was going to stay by my side as all of that had been happening.
I went to rest my head on his shoulder and had started to close my eyes. For that moment, I could tell he had to let out a deep breath at my contact before he carefully wrapped an arm around me waist to pull a little closer to him. Strangely, that was very natural and very secure for me. It all felt right.
I could hear commotion around us as there were people who were becoming the way the had once been, and the people who had been under control of that symbol had started to clash with them. Damian could hear everything that was happening, and he had sat straight up.
"I feel like we should be doing something," he had quietly said to me, and he was looking down at me as I had looked up at him. "To help them. . ."
"You're right," I said to him, and I held out my hand to him.
He looked at the outstretched hand looking at me. "That was too easy. Since when do you agree with me?"
Damian took my hand as I helped him to his feet. We were still holding each other's hands as I looked back at him as I had been thinking.
"Since I agree with you," I told him before I started to walk towards the street, leaving him behind to only stare at me.
"Maybe you should. . ." He was trying to say to me, trying to keep up with me. "Plan something. . ."
"I am. . ." I said to him, trying not to show how annoyed I was with him.
I started to hold up my phone, showing there was still that symbol from my necklace on it, and the people around me were able to understand their phones could help out as well. Everyone who was not under the control of that first symbol had pulled out their phones or tablets, and they had started to show my symbol to the zombie-like people.
I looked over to see Damian watching me lead that sort of charge, and he had been wearing that one strange and mysterious expression on his face before he, too, had started to pull out his cell phone to show that symbol to the effected people. I had to shake my head at that like I was trying to brush that away out of my head. It should not have bothered me, but it did. Or maybe not. I couldn't really figure out what to make of that one expression. Either way, that was not the right time to worry about that.
We were showing people that symbol, and the effected around us regained the control over themselves. The air around us within the city had completely changed. Freedom could be incredibly intoxicating, especially when you were under the control of someone else.
Damian was at my side, looking around us and closely observing everyone and everything with the eye of a young man who would have been able to see and understand what was happening.
That was something pretty big had happened, and I would never forget what I saw that one day.
There was this loud sound that had filled the air. It shook everything around us.
BOOOOOOOOOM!
Everyone had stopped what they were doing to see what had suddenly and loudly appeared. A giant man with fiery and steely eyes had appeared out of some kind of a portal. There was something about him that had made my blood start to run cold. I could feel the power coming from him. Even more so than I was around Jonathan or his father, but I could feel what it was like to be around a god. He could cause so much chaos and destruction just by waving a hand.
The moment he had appeared, Damian stood protectively by my side, glaring up at the being who had suddenly appeared. I was starting to realize that he was what that old book spoke about. He was that horrible darkness it described with great fear.
"Where had that symbol come from?" The being bellowed at the crowd.
He instantly recognized my symbol, and he was mostly unhappy by its sudden appearance. He probably recognized it for what it was, so there was probably a very, very small part of him that was fearful of the people who had kept that knowledge around for so long.
No one answered him. Not out of defiance or bravery. No one really knew the correct answer for that one question. They knew that symbol could have come from anywhere and from anyone from around the world. To them, that symbol had appeared out of nowhere.
He was not amused over the silence. Of course, he probably took that to mean defiance. That man had ego enough to be offended by anything and everything that would not allow him to have his own way. His eyes became narrowed as he looked down at all of us.
We were nothing but insects to him.
I shuddered. For some reason, I knew that would not have been a good thing. That kind of feeling was almost instinctual. Even though it had been a long time since he was last there, that primal feeling was still there.
Damian actually pulled me closer to him as he went to stand between me and the threatening man like he could be my human shield, if he had to be. He looked down at me as we were accepting what could happen.
Our eyes locked, and he had been wearing most of some strong emotions I knew he had never been able to say to me. He made those emotions disappear, and he carefully held me to him, expecting something to happen.
That was when the Justice League had appeared. They were going to save the world. . .
