[Damian's brows narrow, and he tries to puzzle that one on top of the numbers while they head down to the next damn stage.
His grip on Dick tightens, not out of fear, but concern he's going to have to throw Dick out of the way of something. What the HELL do they have in their hands?
Nowhere to go except forward... To the podiums. Maybe this time they won't make terrible Bat decisions.]
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His grip on Dick tightens, not out of fear, but concern he's going to have to throw Dick out of the way of something. What the HELL do they have in their hands?
Nowhere to go except forward... To the podiums. Maybe this time they won't make terrible Bat decisions.]