[ He clicks his tongue as he appraises the other. Damian isn't one for casual touch, preferring all parties to keep their hands to themselves (unless violence is involved, or unless he is specifically intending to grab someone's attention), but he reaches out to adjust the coat, straightening the lapels in an entirely fastidious manner. ]
Better. These colors suit you.
[ The surprise doesn't end at the closet, however. They'll be going out, and though Batman has drastically upped the defenses around the Manor, the Court is still active. Damian hated being unarmed during the attack, and if they're to step outside he's making sure both of them are prepared. Father would be strictly against arming his assassin, but although Damian certainly doesn't trust him (or anyone, really), he's confident enough in his skills to handle any potential turn-coating.
It won't happen, though. He's also reasonably sure of that.
Swords and daggers are out of the question. Even he wasn't allowed to use them unless in an emergency. However, Batarangs make for a good, non-lethal alternative to the boy's preferred throwing knives, and he hunted around until he found-- ]
Here.
[ Damian, matter-of-factly, presses a pair of escrima sticks into Richard's hands, along with the belt and holster for them. As if he isn't, in fact, arming a boy who might turn around and finish the job. There's a coolness to his stare, a challenge that says the other boy can try if he wishes, but won't be successful.
(Damian was an al Ghul, and the crown prince of assassins. Somewhere in his twisted sense of honor, it's preferable for an enemy to be armed, and just that much more satisfying to come out victorious.) ]
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Better. These colors suit you.
[ The surprise doesn't end at the closet, however. They'll be going out, and though Batman has drastically upped the defenses around the Manor, the Court is still active. Damian hated being unarmed during the attack, and if they're to step outside he's making sure both of them are prepared. Father would be strictly against arming his assassin, but although Damian certainly doesn't trust him (or anyone, really), he's confident enough in his skills to handle any potential turn-coating.
It won't happen, though. He's also reasonably sure of that.
Swords and daggers are out of the question. Even he wasn't allowed to use them unless in an emergency. However, Batarangs make for a good, non-lethal alternative to the boy's preferred throwing knives, and he hunted around until he found-- ]
Here.
[ Damian, matter-of-factly, presses a pair of escrima sticks into Richard's hands, along with the belt and holster for them. As if he isn't, in fact, arming a boy who might turn around and finish the job. There's a coolness to his stare, a challenge that says the other boy can try if he wishes, but won't be successful.
(Damian was an al Ghul, and the crown prince of assassins. Somewhere in his twisted sense of honor, it's preferable for an enemy to be armed, and just that much more satisfying to come out victorious.) ]
Just in case. Smarter to expect trouble.