First order of business was going to have to be getting his helmet comms scrubbed and re-encrypted, and that probably was going to mean a trip over to Oracle, see if he could bat his eyelashes real nice and get her to deal with whatever HYDRA had done to it.
In a pinch, he could always ditch the helmet, and in the brief span of silence between his call going out and it being answered, he toyed with the idea. He'd become very accustomed to head protection, particularly one that involved titanium plating, on the grounds he was generally fond of his brains. Still, he could deal with it, if he was forced to pull a mask over his face and call himself something stupid like the Red Bandit or whatever the fuck.
There was just a moment when the voice crackled through that his gut twisted in sheer relief. That passed, on the grounds he knew that voice. "No shit, you expected the fucking Tooth Fairy? Where the fuck?" If they were going to do this, they really should do this face to face for security reasons. And for the satisfaction of yelling at Damian in person.