Damian's laughter faded as Mike's shout pierced the air, "Damian! Your phone's ringing!"
Stepping away from the group, he muttered, "Alright, alright, I'm coming! Who could be calling me now?"
Reaching his phone, he picked it up. "Who is this?"
The familiar voice on the other end was sharp. "Clara Bright here."
Damian straightened instinctively, quickly replying, "Yes, ma'am! How can I assist?" His tone was respectful, though his eyes hinted at some mild annoyance.
"Cut the crap, Damian. Get to my office immediately. Something happened." The line went dead before he could respond.
"What the—" He stared at the phone, baffled. "At least tell me what it's about before hanging up…"
Damian walked back to where Chris and the others were gathered. "Cap, I've got some… business to attend to. Gotta leave for a bit."
Chris nodded. "Alright, take Slayer with you—he'll drive."
