[There are ways in which they are very alike. Damian takes his eyes and skintone from his mother, but the dark hair and cheekbones and even the set of his chin is all Bruce. He lacks his father's size or heft, but there's similarity in the way they move, the posture and the way they hold themselves, and the hyper-vigilant awareness of surroundings.

Damian is, however, still a teenager. He slips up more easily than Bruce does and doesn't hide his emotions as well as he believes he does. While his tone is even and his movement confident, there is still an aura of faint nervousness lurking. This is his father, but it's also not really. Damian isn't sure how to act.]

It can't have been that useful, or you'd be further in your efforts to get out of here.

[He frowns, shaking his head.]

There's always a reason, however little it makes sense. We just have to determine that and it will give a better grasp on their actions to anticipate them.

If the citizens don't want us, and our upkeep costs more than they would like to pay - what is it they're gaining from us that supersedes that? They have people here with powers, could they be collecting DNA and attempting to replicate powers or skills?

[The office is plain and unimpressive, but then this is hardly Gotham and his father won't have Wayne resources at hand.

He registers the frustration and Damian gives his father a long look as he unclips Titus' leash to let him go investigate the office, which he does by way of a full body snuggle against Bruce's leg in passing. The frustration is almost a relief. He wouldn't know what to do with a Bruce Wayne who just accepts that he's here until they let him go.]

Drake said that you'd been here for some time. Have you noticed any long term effects? So many people here seem ... complacent after being here a long while. I wonder if it's a chemical causing it.