He gives Damian a look, just. Pinching the bridge of his nose.]
Dude, lay off. It's not like she went and lost a leg because she wanted to shake things up. [Why is Damian Wayne like this... Of all the things Bruce could have passed down to his biological son, it had to be This.] We're stuck here until murder happy hours are over, anyway.
[Yay. Anyway, let's just assume he's chilling on the floor by Natalie's bed. He turns his head around to look at her.]
'Course we're fine. We're not the ones who just went through the grinder. What happened?
no subject
He gives Damian a look, just. Pinching the bridge of his nose.]
Dude, lay off. It's not like she went and lost a leg because she wanted to shake things up. [Why is Damian Wayne like this... Of all the things Bruce could have passed down to his biological son, it had to be This.] We're stuck here until murder happy hours are over, anyway.
[Yay. Anyway, let's just assume he's chilling on the floor by Natalie's bed. He turns his head around to look at her.]
'Course we're fine. We're not the ones who just went through the grinder. What happened?