[ He barks out a laugh, as sharp and gruff as ever, over-confident smirk curling his lips as he swats Jason on his way to the window. ]
More like sheer goddamn skill. Also, the suit. [ Thick kevlar catches a lot of the punch. ] Go.
[ And then Jason is out, Damian sliding through the window after him half a beat later as soon as he hears him hitting the roof. There's the rattle of arrows pinging off the tiles, and -- for the brief moment that he's caught in the small window frame, hunching his shoulders inwards to to get through -- one whistles irritatingly close to his stomach.
Then he's through, too, hitting the tiles with a roll of his own to absorb the shock of the fall, rolling right to his feet as he goes. Damian has the advantage of having spent his childhood training in this locale, of bounding across tile in the midst of a fight, and he keeps his balance. One gauntlet's covering his head - better an arrow stick his arm than his skull. But he doesn't make for an easy target, sprinting across the roof, taking sharp zig-zags to avoid the incoming fire.
His heart catches in his throat when he sees an arrow pin Jay's cape down, but the boy's quick to escape, and soon enough he's made it into the Batwing. Good, god, good.
(He thinks, behind him, he can hear his mother shouting out orders. But he doesn't look back.)
He reaches the Batwing only a dozen or so seconds after Jason, bounding across the distance into it and slamming the cockpit door down closed after him, just in time for the hail of arrows to splinter and bounce off the reinforced glass. Autopilot pre-engaged, the plane hovers for only a moment more before rising into the air.
They're out. They're out. He thunks his head back against the glass, adrenaline running through him, and he laughs again - relieved. Amazed. In disbelief. He's taking Jason home. ]
I think that was the most civil reunion I've had with her yet.
[ Internal organs intact and everything. ]
Any injuries? [ He's peering carefully at Jason, having already peeled off the mask and shucked his gloves, stare sweeping over him for anything that needs medical attention. ]
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More like sheer goddamn skill. Also, the suit. [ Thick kevlar catches a lot of the punch. ] Go.
[ And then Jason is out, Damian sliding through the window after him half a beat later as soon as he hears him hitting the roof. There's the rattle of arrows pinging off the tiles, and -- for the brief moment that he's caught in the small window frame, hunching his shoulders inwards to to get through -- one whistles irritatingly close to his stomach.
Then he's through, too, hitting the tiles with a roll of his own to absorb the shock of the fall, rolling right to his feet as he goes. Damian has the advantage of having spent his childhood training in this locale, of bounding across tile in the midst of a fight, and he keeps his balance. One gauntlet's covering his head - better an arrow stick his arm than his skull. But he doesn't make for an easy target, sprinting across the roof, taking sharp zig-zags to avoid the incoming fire.
His heart catches in his throat when he sees an arrow pin Jay's cape down, but the boy's quick to escape, and soon enough he's made it into the Batwing. Good, god, good.
(He thinks, behind him, he can hear his mother shouting out orders. But he doesn't look back.)
He reaches the Batwing only a dozen or so seconds after Jason, bounding across the distance into it and slamming the cockpit door down closed after him, just in time for the hail of arrows to splinter and bounce off the reinforced glass. Autopilot pre-engaged, the plane hovers for only a moment more before rising into the air.
They're out. They're out. He thunks his head back against the glass, adrenaline running through him, and he laughs again - relieved. Amazed. In disbelief. He's taking Jason home. ]
I think that was the most civil reunion I've had with her yet.
[ Internal organs intact and everything. ]
Any injuries? [ He's peering carefully at Jason, having already peeled off the mask and shucked his gloves, stare sweeping over him for anything that needs medical attention. ]