[ Damian's temper is getting away from him, bristling in affront at being dressed down from a kid who's not much older than he is. What does it matter that some mid-level gangster's kid was here alone, or that he'd had to eat a few fists rather than fight back? ]
Not like I have to explain myself to you--
[ What Damian hadn't realized was that, in getting knocked around, his comms device (which they always wear, always, even when they're going dark) had been activated.
Activated, without the accompanying earpiece to direct the sound. Activated, and with Drake's voice (god damn it, Drake) suddenly crackling across the line, tinny and small as it breaks the air, and annoying and fucking obnoxiously ill-timed-- ]
Robin, where the hell are you? Nightwing's going nuts with worry--
[ The vigilante with the half-a-billion dollar bounty on his head has fallen dead silent, expressionless, calmly reaching up underneath his lapel to click the device back off, ending the transmission. He's running through his options, but nearly unarmed and with his identity already this far compromised, the conclusion's fallen into place on his face long before the last word gets out.
excuse me while i fukkin die at titty typhoon okay
[ Damian's temper is getting away from him, bristling in affront at being dressed down from a kid who's not much older than he is. What does it matter that some mid-level gangster's kid was here alone, or that he'd had to eat a few fists rather than fight back? ]
Not like I have to explain myself to you--
[ What Damian hadn't realized was that, in getting knocked around, his comms device (which they always wear, always, even when they're going dark) had been activated.
Activated, without the accompanying earpiece to direct the sound. Activated, and with Drake's voice (god damn it, Drake) suddenly crackling across the line, tinny and small as it breaks the air, and annoying and fucking obnoxiously ill-timed-- ]
Robin, where the hell are you? Nightwing's going nuts with worry--
[ The vigilante with the half-a-billion dollar bounty on his head has fallen dead silent, expressionless, calmly reaching up underneath his lapel to click the device back off, ending the transmission. He's running through his options, but nearly unarmed and with his identity already this far compromised, the conclusion's fallen into place on his face long before the last word gets out.
He bolts. ]