Post by damian on Mar 26, 2013 18:28:12 GMT -5
As his young ears picked up their words, all they did was intensify the anger that burned in his veins. He felt his skin get hot as his most volatile emotion reared its head. He worked the muscles in his jaw as he ground his teeth together and his lips pulled into a thin line and his nose wrinkled slightly along the bridge in rising aggression.
Fingers curled into hard, little balls of destruction, and his hands shook slightly from the sheer amount of emotion that filled his body. He could not believe they had the audacity to insult him, to try and humiliate him, and they had. They had made a fool of him! He wouldn't put up with this, he would one day be ruler of the world and he was an Al Ghul they would live to regret this, he'd make sure of it. Out of the many things Damian Wayne excelled at it was getting his revenge, just ask Drake, and Todd who had both been a target of his on more then one occasion.
Damian hadn't spent his time merely not paying attention. No he'd been studying Cassie most of all. He was conveniently free to do whatever with his hands and his legs. She held herself open in places with her careless stance, a mistake he intended to take advantage of. He'd show them that he didn't need them and that he wasn't sorry for anything he'd said, it was all well deserved and true.
Damian's blue hidden eyes switched to the green haired girl, and he wasn't worried about her threat, he could easily kill her with one well placed move to the middle of her forehead between the soft spot where the bridge of her nose met her forehead, not nearly between the eyes but close enough. She'd be out like a light without knowing what hit her, although assuming he used just the right force he could merely knock her unconscious, but that depended on his mood. He was angry that anger didn't often intrude on the morals instilled by his father, but those lessons only went so far, especially when he was as angry as was. He held a lot of it in, but everything had to come out somehow. Although to be honest he had an array of moves that he could use to incapacitate her, he wasn’t the supposed heir of the League of Assassins for nothing, he’d been trained from birth to be the best, and it seemed that wasn’t enough.
As Robin considered his options to get out of this humiliating mess, he was at least thankful; Drake wasn’t here to watch him squirm. He frowned up at Cassie, his face twisting up in a sneer as he spat out a retort to the two women who thought they could scare him into biting out an apology they had another thing coming, which would never happen! Damian never apologized, not ever…except for that one time to his father, but that was of special circumstance.
“I’m the son of Batman, what makes either of you think you could tie a knot that could possibly hold me?”
The statement seemed far more daunting then the question, as he let it hang between them. As he cast a look Duela’s way, but he only spared her a quick glance, Cassie Sandmark was his main concern and would remain to be so. As he slipped his hands down at his sides, looking utterly at ease in the situation as he took a small breath and made himself relax, who couldn’t allow them to control the situation anymore, not if he wanted to get out of it, which he had ever intention of no longer playing this game of cat and mouse, with him being the mouse.
White lenses allowed him to watch the armor travel up her body, not that he was looking at her for the reasons men looked at women, not it was more a strategically glance, that was all. He was looking for a flaw in that golden armor of hers, everyone and everything had a weakness, and weaknesses were to be exploited.
Is that really... Heh talk about obvious!
His eyes widened slightly and he smirked just a bit as he spotted one of the more obvious weak points in that golden armor that gives Cassandra her super strength.
He considered his options as he worked his fingers into a pouch on his utility belt, he pulled from it, a small black quarter sized ball, it looked like a marble, although on the side of the ball was a bat engraved on the side, as he rolled his fingers over it and pressed his thumb over the engraving of the bat and felt it give a faint pulse in his palm. It would pulse for five seconds before it would emit a high pitched screech. He held it in his hand for another pulse movement before he threw it over his prone body and heard it hit the floor with a low thud and roll across the title.
Damian had little time to prepare himself but he knew what was coming and it gave him an advantage of preparing himself as he mentally counted the second to himself, before he heard the faint sound of the ball opening, but that was quickly drowned out as the device began to release a very high, loud, shrill screech that filled the room and traveled through the Titans Tower, easily invading every space it could.
As the noise filled his ears, he felt them pulse and pound with the horrid sound, but he'd been trained to ignore such distractions.
Damian didn't wait to miss his opportunity to escape, he rocked his lower body for a moment, getting his momentum, as he rolled his knees back toward his head, as he rammed his knee into the soft, weak spot of the great Wonder Girl, that weak spot just so happened to be the bend of her knee. The same knee of the leg she so conveniently happened to have on his chest. A reckless move, but Damian had always been the most reckless of the Robins.
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