Re: dami/holly apartment
Damian looked like something crawled up his nose. He was a rich boy at heart who spent plenty of time above Gotham and as little time in these nestled folds of trash as he could. It disgusted him and made him wonder why the Waynes spent their time busting open lips and cracking knee caps when they could be pouring money into making this city better. Wasn't that what his other grandparents did? Damian wondered how well it worked until they died.
His feathers stood up on end as he heard a door slam and he was ready to fight as she was fleeing. He would have, he really would, but getting into another unnecessary fight in front of her was a bad idea. Especially if it was where she lived. See? Damian could learn from mistakes sometimes.
He slipped in after her and started casing the dark place as the door slammed shut. Damian didn't make a sound as he flipped over furniture and checked hiding places before he finally turned on a floor light and said in what must have been a Batman impression: "Clear."