[He missed this. Didn't realize how much he missed it, or maybe he just didn't want to acknowledge how much he did, but it only becomes more obvious when they find two more guards around the next corner, and a swift nerve strike for both of them is enough to deal with that before the heavy duty reinforcements finally arrive.

Even Damian's unspoken (well, along with his spoken) threats of seizing the cowl, to which always responds with unnecessary flurries like the way he lets the cape pillow out on the next stretch of corridor, as annoying as they were-- he'd missed them. Missed all of it.]

Don't worry. [He may not be smirking like he'd allow himself to do again at Spyral (had to have some small victories), but the amusement isn't hidden from his voice at all.] If they catch me they'll probably just kill me. So I think you're good unless they decide to move your room to the morgue.

[The plus side was that the League most likely wanted Damian alive-- granted, they could repair a lot of heavy damage, but on yet another plus side, Damian was still small enough Dick could probably fling him over his shoulder and carry him if need be.]

We go up. The Batjet'll be waiting for us at an extraction point in the Northeast of the compound once we get out of the labs and get outside.