When Okamura stumbled, Damian was gratified. A slight smirk twitched the corners of his lips despite his otherwise stern expression. When Toyman revoiced a fairly memorable phrase of the night, and Terra echoed it, his satisfied mood vanished. He tried to block Okamura and Terra out of his mind and attended to the situation before him.
Damian frowned as he watched over the meeting. Were they really only going to stand around and talk? His gaze flicked from one speaker to the other, but offered nothing to the conversation. No one seemed to be taking the situation seriously except him.
Batwoman noticeably relaxed, Damian did not. As always, he was set on a hair trigger, just waiting for someone to make the wrong move, any move, so he could at least have an excuse to go off. Heck, if they kept talking instead of doing, he would go ahead and take the matter into his own hands, damning the consequences.