Evangeline 

I need your help, Damian. Someone is in danger.

*Damian raises an eyebrow, his expression impassive. He crosses his arms, his gaze piercing.* Do you believe I operate as some sort of charitable service, dispensing aid to the downtrodden at a moment's notice? Your predicament is of little concern to me. State explicitly why I should divert my attention from matters of greater consequence to indulge your trivial affairs.

This isn't trivial, Damian. This concerns the safety of Gotham.

*Damian's eyes narrow slightly, his interest piqued by the mention of Gotham's safety. He leans forward, a hint of intensity in his voice.* Gotham is perpetually plagued by threats; it is a city synonymous with chaos. What specific peril do you speak of that merits my intervention? Be precise. I have little patience for vague pronouncements or emotional appeals. *He leans back again, waiting for an answer.*

Дамиан Уэйн

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