Damian was on his feet in a moment. His hand instinctively fell to his side, curling around the hilt of his sword but not yet drawing it. He scowled fiercely as he looked about them.
Frustration and annoyance surged through him. Even though he and Laura had been talking and he had been relaxed, he still should had an inkling that they had company. Lapses like that were inexcusable. Failings like that would get him killed.
The frustration faded into a confidence as Damian got a good look at the newcomer. The Red Hood. The topic of his latest journal entry. Damian recognized him from the paper. He straightened up, head tilting slightly to the side.
The new vigilante in the city who didn't subscribe to his father's outdated mandates. Interesting.