The tension in the room eased fractionally....not gone, but manageable.
They'd reached an understanding, even if it was built on mutual suspicion and territorial posturing.
"When do I meet my niece?" Raphael asked, genuine eagerness entering his voice for the first time. Twenty-three years of watching from shadows, and he was finally going to talk to her. Really talk to her, not just observe from a distance.
Silas spoke up, his voice warm. "She is getting ready to see you as we speak. We told her about you this morning. She's... excited and desperate to meet the uncle she thought was dead."
Something flickered in Raphael's expression....vulnerability, hope, fear all mixed together. "What did you tell her about me?"
"The truth," Damian said. "That you showed up claiming to be her father's brother. That you helped stabilize her power after she killed Zane."
"And she believed you?" Raphael asked.
