Damien's hand trembled slightly, slowly typing each key as if it was strenuous work. His other hand, hanging down his side, was still a bit wet withe the red blood that drained from his shoulder. He looked up then, seeing the familiar face, recognizing him from that study session in the library. Virgil Hawkins. One of the heroes from that group Batman had warned him to stay clear of. Which, really, he had. It just turned out that he and them usually went to the same places in the city. Walmart, the library, and now here.
"It's worse than it looks." Damien paused, shaking his head. "I mean, not as bad as he looks.. I think that's how it goes." He shifted in his chair, then winced as he touched the wound on his right leg. This was actually the first time anyone had succeeded in hurting him this much. Of course, there had been Bart. But he at least never did it with the intent to kill. "Guess this is what I get for being impure. Uhh... maybe we should go outside for this. I think the lady over there is getting pissy about the mess."