He knew that voice. It was the girl that Robin was so protective of. Shaking his head once more he turned to face the two. As he set eyes on the female. A slow leering grin curled his lips. She had left the front of the... thing she wore open. Exposing the thin strapped shift she wore beneath. An all together attractive look, in a rather debauched way. "Hood... It seems the short one has come to your rescue."
His eyes dropped to the curious thing she had in her hand, was that supposed to be intimidating? It might hurt if she swung it at him... If he didn't take it from her first. She in herself was not intimidating at all. She was soft in all the right places, yet she looked as if she hadn't seen a day of fighting in her life. It had been in his mind to walk away. To leave him there to wallow in the fact that he had been beaten. Now he was not so sure.