[ Damian doesn't let himself drop to the floor, not like he wants to. Instead, he waits, watches as the Talon investigates, before the other boy sits down, quiet.
(Distantly, he can acknowledge that it is -- upsetting, to watch the gamut of emotions run across the child's face. But Damian has other priorities at the moment.)
Secure in the knowledge that the assassin isn't going anywhere, he straightens out, allowing himself a slow hiss at his injury before turning on his heel and walking, stiffly, to the elevator.
He finds Pennyworth, Titus still waiting faithfully beside the fallen butler. He's safe, he breathes, and the fall didn't hurt him except for a few bruises, and Damian laboriously drags him onto the couch, left to wake on his own. Next, he circles back down to the medical bay, briskly stitching up his stab wound, slapping a cotton pad over it, and calling it good. The cut to his neck he can ignore; it stings, but doesn't warrant treatment in his eyes. Then, a call to the members of Batman, Inc., who are still a ways out but rushing back.
(Yes, they are okay. Yes, he has received medical treatment. No, it is not life-threatening (anymore). Father, he captured the assassin unharmed (are you going to praise him? No? Fine.).)
Batman had gone quiet at that last piece of information. Damian can't help but feel -- stung. A little. Here, Bruce had stripped him of defenses, yet Damian had still managed to fend off and trap an agent from the Court of Owls, without seriously injuring the boy (in fact, the assassin is in better shape than he is!), but the man sounded troubled rather than proud.
Concerned...for the other boy. Even more so than he sounded concerned for Damian. He can gather from the conversation that the Talon means something to his father.
Finally, after ending the conversation thoroughly rankled, he sits cross-legged in front of the cell, staring at the other boy in plain irritation. ]
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(Distantly, he can acknowledge that it is -- upsetting, to watch the gamut of emotions run across the child's face. But Damian has other priorities at the moment.)
Secure in the knowledge that the assassin isn't going anywhere, he straightens out, allowing himself a slow hiss at his injury before turning on his heel and walking, stiffly, to the elevator.
He finds Pennyworth, Titus still waiting faithfully beside the fallen butler. He's safe, he breathes, and the fall didn't hurt him except for a few bruises, and Damian laboriously drags him onto the couch, left to wake on his own. Next, he circles back down to the medical bay, briskly stitching up his stab wound, slapping a cotton pad over it, and calling it good. The cut to his neck he can ignore; it stings, but doesn't warrant treatment in his eyes. Then, a call to the members of Batman, Inc., who are still a ways out but rushing back.
(Yes, they are okay. Yes, he has received medical treatment. No, it is not life-threatening (anymore). Father, he captured the assassin unharmed (are you going to praise him? No? Fine.).)
Batman had gone quiet at that last piece of information. Damian can't help but feel -- stung. A little. Here, Bruce had stripped him of defenses, yet Damian had still managed to fend off and trap an agent from the Court of Owls, without seriously injuring the boy (in fact, the assassin is in better shape than he is!), but the man sounded troubled rather than proud.
Concerned...for the other boy. Even more so than he sounded concerned for Damian. He can gather from the conversation that the Talon means something to his father.
Finally, after ending the conversation thoroughly rankled, he sits cross-legged in front of the cell, staring at the other boy in plain irritation. ]
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