Damian had no use for witty quips. They distracted from the issue. He turned sharply at Laura's confession, eyes narrowing and grip shifting on his sword. She hadn't told him. Was it some sort of test? A distraction?
His fingers twitched. He wanted to draw the jian. The replacement blade wasn't nearly as well crafted as the one Catwoman had took from him, and thus not on par with his skill, but it served its purpose. The only problem was that the Red Hood hadn't done anything overtly threatening. Yet. He was conversational enough, if a little flippant.
"What does it matter?" Damian retorted. The ninja assassins in question were all dead and he couldn't see how it was any of the Red Hood's concern.