"Yeah, you do that," Damien said defiantly to him, concerning fashion. "Just saying that if my father would approve of someone, that usually means something. Using fear, intimidation.. shadows. You'd make great demons. Maybe that's why one of you were at that demon bar. Speaking of which, the bartender will lose his license, if the Scourge didn't get them. One more evil threat I wanted stopped." So did that make him good? Maybe, maybe not. He decided not to think much on it.
So yes, maybe that was a bit snarky on his part. As he finished his little tirade, he was knocked back to the floor, on his back. As if on cue, for whatever odd reason.. the lights briefly flickered, and one of the windows developed a swift crack in the glass. His mouth was bleeding. He hated this, he truly did. He knew he talked a lot. He liked being right in others' eyes, but he also looked stupid... which was also all part of his plan. "Violence in exchange for words.. nice. And if a man strikes your cheek, turn to him the other also. My uncle said that."
He slowly rose to his feet, holding his jaw, his mouth. He stared hard into his eyes, as though to look into his soul. But.. he couldn't read him correctly, not with the eye protection on him. At best, he'd only serve to give off a sense of wary caution. "Trespassing, intruding, now assault and battery. But.. maybe you're right. I shouldn't talk. But we both know... I'm correct on every word of that. Not one of those was a lie. But I understand, you'd prefer to abuse me than be out there saving a life. That's on your hands."
He staggered briefly, then paused as his phone rang. He looked at it, and the intercome beeped. "Yes, Sue?"
The voice answered back, "Tom in accounting has those files you asked for, but the fax machine is down. What do you suggest, sir?"
Damien replied, "Oh.. well. Okay then, just have him try sending it as email attachments instead. I'll check it later." He pointed at the phone, and it hung up in response, the asnwer light coming off. He looked at Batman. "See? Now you're interfering with my work. I stand by what I said. Your people will cease the stalking, attacks and harassment in public. Or the firm will be involved.. but I'm hoping that you people will be honest enough to keep your word on staying away." He raised his hand, as though to gesture at the phone. "Maybe I should call security. You're still considered an intruder in my eyes... and we both know you aren't Bruce. You're a different soul." He knew that much, but unfortunately that was all he could discern. "You, just being here, violates the restraining order."