Damian flinched at the voice. He tensed and it took a long moment before he exhaled and relaxed again. Everyone in this cursed city was so fond of stealthy entrances.
He gripped his sword tighter and shifted his weight. He pivoted on heel, bringing the sword up in a high sweeping arc. It didn't connect, wasn't even close, and the boy's eyes went wide when he realized just who was standing in front of him. Mother's recordings seemed almost inadequate.
Damian scowled lightly and took a step back. He tutted once, then lowered his sword. He didn't sheathe it, just shifted it from one hand to another and then passed over the gun as requested. He hadn't been planning on using it anyway.
"You've been following me." It wasn't a question. He looked in askance towards the shop, as if inquiring what had been the Batman's target this night.