[And now, the button went on the back of the zombie shoulder, close enough to the neck that the cape flying out wouldn't make a difference.]

[Then Damian rolled around, half-tackling Zatanna down to protect her from the explosion.]

[When it was over, he looked over his shoulder to make sure there were no intact pieces large or mobile enough to be a threat, then retreated from the girl, staying down on his knees, head bowed, white-out lenses fixed on his hands.]