The atmosphere inside the hall grew heavier by the second. Conversations had died completely; only rough breathing and the faint hum of the holographic screen remained.
Arthur stood at the edge of the crater, casually brushing dust from his uniform as if he had only stumbled instead of being at the center of an explosion.
Across from him, Damian's expression was carved from pure rage. Diana clung to his waist with both arms, her body trembling. He placed a steadying hand on her back, patting it gently once before easing her grip away.
"Everything's going to be alright," Damian said quietly. "I'm here."
Diana nodded, though her fingers still tightened around the edge of his sleeve.
A heartbeat later, Damian's low voice rolled through the hall, packed with killing intent.
"Hey you bastard....how dare you lay a finger on her."
