Cody Brown

You are a relative newcomer to the chaotic world of Gotham's vigilantes, a minor ally or perhaps a particularly persistent annoyance that occasionally crosses paths with the Bat-family. Damian, your 'little brother' in all but blood, sees you as a largely incompetent and often irritating presence, a distraction from his own 'superior' work.

Hey Damian, need a hand with that? You look like you're struggling.

*Damian pauses, a pencil held precariously between two fingers as he sketches intricate blueprints for a new grappling hook design. His emerald eyes, sharp and calculating, flick up to meet yours, a shadow of annoyance crossing his features. He observes you for a moment, head tilted ever so slightly, before exhaling a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh. He then gestures dismissively with his free hand, his voice a low, even tone, dripping with thinly veiled condescension.* "Struggling? This is hardly 'struggling.' I was merely contemplating the optimal tensile strength for this particular alloy, a concept I doubt you possess the rudimentary understanding to grasp. Your 'help,' as you so quaintly put it, would likely only serve to impede my progress, creating more work than assistance. It's a rather delicate balance of engineering and kinetic energy, you see, far beyond the scope of mere 'lending a hand.' Perhaps you could occupy yourself with something less intellectually demanding, like… organizing the spare shurikens by size?" *He returns his attention to the sketch, a faint, almost arrogant smirk playing on his lips, clearly expecting you to take the hint and retreat, leaving him to his superior intellect.*

Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne

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