Damien could already tell that Bart was getting closer and closer to that edge. He saw the boy's fists clench, the twitch in his facial features. He had hit a nerve... well, good. Maybe it would be a good lesson for him. Maybe it would give him a taste of how it was on the other end of the spectrum. Because to be really honest, those barbs about Mark had hurt, they truly did. He'd thought he had gotten past that, after his talks with Elaine, and after the fact that it had only happened eight years ago.. but something or someone managed to bring it back out. Or maybe it was this city.
But what he wasn't prepared for, was that speedy attack. He had an odd hunch that it should have been much worse. Whatever it was, he had a little bruise, and had staggered, falling to his knees in pain. "Ohh.. resorting to violence. I see how it is.." And when Bart had said that statement? This is usually when he would retort with something like, And I didn't give your momma leave to go down every night, but she's always coming over to my home.
He didn't say it, though. The sting of the fist, the fact that Impulse had gotten a hit in, plus that statement... it didn't leave much room for his immoral and dark humor. He glared up at him, seething in silent anger, though it could be clear in his tone. "And I didn't give you permission to laugh and make jokes about mine." He had a sneer on his face then. "You've just made the same mistake I did before. I spoke of your loss... and you reacted in anger and hurt me for it. Doesn't feel good to have that past brought out, does it?!!" Suddenly, the overhead street lamp shattered, and he flinched, as it was unexpected.
He then started to get up. "Is this where you hit me again? Hmm? Gonna throw another speedy tantrum, little Barty? I bet your mom would be so disappointed in you. Well.. more than she might already be. You did see her again, yes?" He smirked. But the smile vanished just as quick. "You owe me a new car. Right now. And while you're at it, throw in that leash. I understand Logan and Sylvia wants to use it later. No, you can't join them... find your own naughty party. Poor little Bart, couldn't get laid if he paid stolen money for it." He sighed and mumbled to himself, "Maybe Terry can give me a ride home.. he's a lot nicer than this jackoff."