[ A casual, if disgruntled, observation. From the boy's small frame and pretty looks, he'd guessed he was something closer to seven, maybe eight. But one, even two years older?
-Tt.-
And, grudgingly: ] For only a few years of training, you're good. Not as good as I am--
[ Grayson was exceedingly lucky that Damian had been caught unprepared. ]
--but good.
[ Damian had been training since he was old enough to walk -- eight years or so. He boasted excellence and mastery across a stunning array of topics thanks to his mother's dedication to molding him into the perfect heir, but it had taken relentless effort, determination, and a desire to survive on his end. Yet this boy was nearly on his level in combat, after only a few short years. ]
You won't. [ Flat denial, just as he denied Talon his mask. No chance. Not going back. ]
If they try, I'll kill them. Decapitation is very effective against them.
[ Simple as that. Damian seems to find his reactions intriguing, doing that wonderfully unnerving thing where he refuses to blink, eyes half-lidded but tracking Dick's movements, his expressions. ]
Unless you want them to?
[ An idle challenge. His chin rests on his knees, the set of his jaw and the thin line of his lips giving little away, turning the tables right around on the other assassin. His voice quiets, but it's no softer, words as pointed and sharp as the blades he carries, and just as intent. ]
no subject
[ A casual, if disgruntled, observation. From the boy's small frame and pretty looks, he'd guessed he was something closer to seven, maybe eight. But one, even two years older?
-Tt.-
And, grudgingly: ] For only a few years of training, you're good. Not as good as I am--
[ Grayson was exceedingly lucky that Damian had been caught unprepared. ]
--but good.
[ Damian had been training since he was old enough to walk -- eight years or so. He boasted excellence and mastery across a stunning array of topics thanks to his mother's dedication to molding him into the perfect heir, but it had taken relentless effort, determination, and a desire to survive on his end. Yet this boy was nearly on his level in combat, after only a few short years. ]
You won't. [ Flat denial, just as he denied Talon his mask. No chance. Not going back. ]
If they try, I'll kill them. Decapitation is very effective against them.
[ Simple as that. Damian seems to find his reactions intriguing, doing that wonderfully unnerving thing where he refuses to blink, eyes half-lidded but tracking Dick's movements, his expressions. ]
Unless you want them to?
[ An idle challenge. His chin rests on his knees, the set of his jaw and the thin line of his lips giving little away, turning the tables right around on the other assassin. His voice quiets, but it's no softer, words as pointed and sharp as the blades he carries, and just as intent. ]