( he hasn't left, yet. has just been stuck here like the rest of them who haven't managed to slip passed whatever weird as fuck barrier keeps them here. and when damian comes in, he's--still sitting on the couch, head back against the backrest, legs spread out in front of him and arms behind his head. an eye opens up, peeks through bangs that are almost too long before his lips twist into a subtle smirk. )
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Welcome back, baby bird.