( he doesn't want to. damian's busy brooding and moping up here in his room with the new hole in the wall he knows he should patch up, because alfred would hate to see it.
but he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. looks to the screen, then - gets himself up onto his feet and heads down to the cave. they know when missions are to begin, they know when they're going and how, so he's - currently out of uniform, bandages wrapped around his forearms and over his hands more to support his joints and cover the few scratches he'd gotten than anything else.
and the sunglasses he'd taken from somewhere earlier. who knows. they're not his, but they're his now. damian walks himself down into the cave and looks around for anything that appears to still need packing away. )
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but he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. looks to the screen, then - gets himself up onto his feet and heads down to the cave. they know when missions are to begin, they know when they're going and how, so he's - currently out of uniform, bandages wrapped around his forearms and over his hands more to support his joints and cover the few scratches he'd gotten than anything else.
and the sunglasses he'd taken from somewhere earlier. who knows. they're not his, but they're his now. damian walks himself down into the cave and looks around for anything that appears to still need packing away. )