( If Damian's memories were there, he would have known going toe to toe with Jon was dangerous. He could play deceptive bat tricks and use underhanded techniques to draw out the fight or find a way to pull the wool over Jon's eyes to win. But in a show of strength, Damian knew he didn't have a chance.
But this Damian - Damian Al Ghul wasn't that logical. Everything was an obstacle to be conquered by sheer force, proof of the title he would one day hold, and the skill of his family name. There was no fear or worry as he stared at the burning red eyes. )
Scared? ( He prompted, taking one slow, warning step forward. ) Because you should be.
( He sprang without another word, all silence and fluid grace. The blade in his hand was held carefully, angled that he hoped to sink it into Jon's torso. )
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But this Damian - Damian Al Ghul wasn't that logical. Everything was an obstacle to be conquered by sheer force, proof of the title he would one day hold, and the skill of his family name. There was no fear or worry as he stared at the burning red eyes. )
Scared? ( He prompted, taking one slow, warning step forward. ) Because you should be.
( He sprang without another word, all silence and fluid grace. The blade in his hand was held carefully, angled that he hoped to sink it into Jon's torso. )