There was a pregnant pause as Damian studied her face to see if she was joking. She had to be joking. She wasn't joking.
He huffed, dismissively and turned away, the defensive nature of his action shone through his obvious annoyance. It also gave him a few moments to regather his wits. The connection should have been obvious (they were written clearly in red and green). That wasn't even considering that fact that Batman was practically the stuff of legend in this city.
"Batman doesn't like people killing in his city," said Damian, spelling it out in plain terms. It was a simplicity considering that he didn't even like people killing period. The self imposed boundaries of his crusade were hardly limiting in that matter. "The longer you keep at this, the more time he has to shut you down."