( For however brief the look is in the man's eyes, Damian sees it. Recognizes it. His eyes narrow sharply, and his grip on the items in his hand tighten - hard enough that his gloves creak and let the light catch the brass knuckles secured on his hands as he straightens so he's no longer leaning against the wall.
Normally, that was a reason to go on the defensive and attack. But just as quickly as he'd seen that look, it vanishes. Still, Damian doesn't relax or return the wave. )
You're jumpy. ( Is the greeting he offers instead, his voice mocking. His expression shifts as steps forward and fully into the room, giving the man a view of a smirk that curls one corner of his lips. He moves just as quietly, passes the man without much more regard to let his eyes follow the creatures moving outside. )
I'm looking for something. ( Creatures in trouble. A reason for the nightmare he's just had. ) This is the best place to do it.
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Normally, that was a reason to go on the defensive and attack. But just as quickly as he'd seen that look, it vanishes. Still, Damian doesn't relax or return the wave. )
You're jumpy. ( Is the greeting he offers instead, his voice mocking. His expression shifts as steps forward and fully into the room, giving the man a view of a smirk that curls one corner of his lips. He moves just as quietly, passes the man without much more regard to let his eyes follow the creatures moving outside. )
I'm looking for something. ( Creatures in trouble. A reason for the nightmare he's just had. ) This is the best place to do it.