Batdinner.
[The Batroom/Batcave/Batapartment/Batwhatever]
[So they've all been working on things, whether it's patrolling or researching or compiling information. It's been busy, too, with comings and goings. The Batfamily hasn't really all been in one room for a long time (if ever) and right now is as close as it will get, even if there are a few faces missing.
It's around dinner time. In the middle of crisis there isn't exactly time to set up a dinner table and take their sweet time eating and making merry and all that, but there is enough time to all grab a meal and plunk down somewhere in the room to eat. Bats are good at multitasking -- reading, researching, observing, eating, it can all happen at once.
Damian is sitting on the floor amidst a pile of books, flicking through them almost listlessly. Normally he's very good at staying on-task, even when he's a target for something-or-other, but it's a lot harder to do when the something-or-other doesn't obey the laws of physics. He could go at any moment, and thus, his own possibly-impending doom is stuck at the front of his mind, not matter how much he wants to get to the bottom of this.
He flips a few pages, looks at his half-eaten sandwich, and sneaks a glance at everyone else in the room.
Hmph.]
[ooc: sup guys let's have dinner while working and then see the kid get kidnapped. sounds like funnnnnnn.]