As Todd loomed over him, for just a moment, there was a flash of apprehension on Damian's face and in that instant he looked liked a thirteen year old who was only playing dress up. It was gone as quickly as he appeared, replaced by a mask of confidence that didn't quite reach the same levels of before.
It was stupid really. A misplaced emotion that had no roots in logic. If Todd wanted him dead, he would have killed him instead of restraining him. Then again, that was before Damian had ascertained his identity. He didn't know exactly what type of plan Todd had.
But it was apparently a non issue. Now freed from the restraints, Damian took a moment to regain his composure. He looked the other man up and down studying him for a long moment. Then, he nodded toward the sword. His sword. Damian held out an expectant hand.