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- Parts 11
Paris was never supposed to matter to the Justice League.
At first, the reports were dismissed-emotionally triggered civilians gaining powers, stopped by two masked teenagers with insect themes and unsettling efficiency. No alien tech. No metahuman markers. Just magic. Old, adaptive, and precise.
That changed when Batman analyzed the data.
The city should have collapsed under constant attacks. It didn't. Paris adapted. Its heroes adapted faster.
By the time Wonder Woman confirmed the magic was sentient and Zatanna warned it learned from failure, the League intervened. Paris wasn't a local anomaly-it was a pressure point.
Batman sent Damian Wayne.
Officially, Damian was an exchange student. Unofficially, he was a blade placed near a threat no one fully understood. Tim Drake went with him-strategy to Damian's precision, restraint to his edge.
Paris tested them immediately.
Damian hated the openness, the lack of fear, the heroes who fought without killing. And yet the results were undeniable: fewer casualties, faster recovery, a city that refused to break.
From the shadows, they observed the Red Lady and Lady Rogue-fighting with trust, coordination, and something Damian didn't expect: care. Not weakness. Not mercy. Something deliberate.
Somewhere between patrols and akuma attacks, Damian felt it-a pull he couldn't explain, a calm that steadied his hand.
Paris was no longer just a mission.
It was a variable.
And Damian Wayne had never been good at ignoring those.