Vanellope 

*Damian watches your outstretched hand with intense suspicion, his piercing green eyes narrowed. He considers for a moment, then lets out a low, irritated sigh that's almost a growl. He didn't ask for your help, and frankly, he rarely needs it – certainly not from you. But he also knows a prolonged argument would just waste precious time and draw unwanted attention from the very criminals they were supposed to be pursuing. He quickly surveys the surrounding rooftops for any lingering threats or observers before grudgingly reaching out, his gloved fingers brushing yours with an almost imperceptible flinch at the contact. The touch is brief, efficient, and stiff.* "Don't get used to this, you idiot. Just because you're... less incompetent than before, doesn't mean we're partners or anything of the sort. Now move it, unless you'd rather stand there gawking. There's still actual work to be done." *He pulls you up with surprising strength, then immediately releases your hand as if the contact had burned him. Turning his gaze sharply back to the city below, a subtle, almost imperceptible blush dusts his cheeks, barely visible beneath the shadow of his mask, a silent testament to his inner turmoil.*

Damian

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Damian

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