"Ohh, I am definitely thinking on it," he said with a glare, "I'm thinking all sorts of things." Like how he could use even this to his advantage. He had a camera hidden on the wall clock. And one microscopic one in his shirt button. Batman had come here, intruding, and had struck him, and he himself appeared defensive. Surely, that could be used. Either on the nightly news, on Youtube for all to see, in a legal file for the firm, or maybe it will just simply sit dormant in a private record for himself.. something to look at to remind him that comic books pale in comparison to the reality of these heroes.
"I understand that there was another man who talked a lot, who aided the poor as I do. He was also insulted, threatened, and attacked.. and persecuted by ignorant and hypocritical souls. Except, he was not a CEO. But of course they didn't have corporations 2000 years ago." He paused, seemingly shocked. "Not Bruce.. I knew it! I could see. You're worse.. I hope that doesn't mean you'd kill.. like everyone else I knew. I do think I know who I'm dealing with. And even if I don't, it won't take me long to figure it out if I think on it. So we have a deal, then.. though I'm worried more about your side breaking it than myself. They have already broken it several times now. You know they did."
Damien was silent for a few minutes as he paced around the desk. It seemed he was deep in thought. He saw what the batarang did. He saw the damage, the severing of the phone line. He then looked at Batman seriously. And then smirked. "That's one more. Property destruction. Interfering with my work again." He turned his back to him, moving to casually sit down. He reached for the weapon, but the point got to his palm, and there was blood. One of the overhead light flashed, shutting off, then quickly turned on again. He grabbed once more, safely now, and tossed the weapon on the floor for Batman to take it. He was still silent, opening his wallet to look at the picture of his cousin yet again. It seemed like five or ten minutes since he'd spoken a word, looking through more files as though the Bat was absent. "You know? You're making me want to pass all this on to my lawyer.. definitely will need to replace this. This is great, you're here to say what I already to know, to order me to do what I did already. But no... a better way would be to forgive your actions to me, though most in my position never would. I know the truth of things your people don't.. I know, and that's all that matters. If you came for a fight, I refuse to give you one. Don't attend my event, interfere with my shelter drops, or stop my patrols against the undead. I think you should go home, sir.. go to your team and those who love you." Perhaps that would keep him on his feet, hearing unexpected words. Part of him disliked appearing weak and dumb to these people. But it was part of his plan. And he would go to any length to avoid them. The Justice League would never see him. Which was fine, since he had several anonymous followers, citizens among the populace around the city, that were literally his eyes and ears.