Good. There's a set of stairs that go up through the servants' quarters, just outside of the main room. Second floor has windows that open up directly onto the first-floor rooftops. We'll call the Batwing when we hit the main, and it should be there by the time we get to the roof.
[ The older man unclips the utility belt from around his waist, securing it around Jason's instead. He doesn't have any weapons aside from the Batarangs to arm Jason with (Damian has always favored fists and feet and the blunt sword at his back and little else), but Jason can have access to everything he'll need to survive otherwise. Smoke bombs, stunners, a rebreather, grappling hook, and more; and of course the remote caller for the Batwing. If anything happens to him, Jason will still be able to make it out. That, combined with the nearly bulletproof and bombproof para-cape -- Damian is risking nothing. ]
A good plan. Alfred will be disappointed if we're late for Sunday breakfast.
[ He smirks, the expression as fierce and sharp-toothed as ever, turning to briskly step back out the door. Sharp ears can hear the pounding of the approaching forces, and it's a slow breath out before the eldest sets their clip back down the hall, making sure Jason is keeping pace.
Back into the fray.
Talia will soon realize there's no fury quite like a pissed off older brother protecting his younger sibling; ninja don't stand much of a chance against him. ]
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[ The older man unclips the utility belt from around his waist, securing it around Jason's instead. He doesn't have any weapons aside from the Batarangs to arm Jason with (Damian has always favored fists and feet and the blunt sword at his back and little else), but Jason can have access to everything he'll need to survive otherwise. Smoke bombs, stunners, a rebreather, grappling hook, and more; and of course the remote caller for the Batwing. If anything happens to him, Jason will still be able to make it out. That, combined with the nearly bulletproof and bombproof para-cape -- Damian is risking nothing. ]
A good plan. Alfred will be disappointed if we're late for Sunday breakfast.
[ He smirks, the expression as fierce and sharp-toothed as ever, turning to briskly step back out the door. Sharp ears can hear the pounding of the approaching forces, and it's a slow breath out before the eldest sets their clip back down the hall, making sure Jason is keeping pace.
Back into the fray.
Talia will soon realize there's no fury quite like a pissed off older brother protecting his younger sibling; ninja don't stand much of a chance against him. ]