"It is something of a tradition, and not one I started," Damian said, part defensive and part wry. The bat-themed items had been Richard's doing for the most part, he was sure. Damian had named Bat-Cow the same partially as a jab, but it had grown on him. "Terror is generally more appropriate. Weapons needn't look the way they're expected to to be effective."
Loki is reminding Damian a few other relentlessly cheerful people who refuse to be dismayed. It's decidedly irritating. "If you slap me in the face with anything remotely related to a sex aid, I'll stab you in yours," he says. Granted he might if slapped at all, but that would guarantee it.
Although in a way he's not entirely eager to leave the conversation. Being annoyed at someone with magic and a blase attitude is the most normal he's felt since arriving.
"I was not skimpy to begin with," Damian points out, looking down at the drink with suspicion. It's hot, and the fruit at least is tempting, but he's not going to actually eat it. He presses the cool of it against his neck for a second instead. "Why were you hiding away? You don't seem particularly thrown by the atmosphere."
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Loki is reminding Damian a few other relentlessly cheerful people who refuse to be dismayed. It's decidedly irritating. "If you slap me in the face with anything remotely related to a sex aid, I'll stab you in yours," he says. Granted he might if slapped at all, but that would guarantee it.
Although in a way he's not entirely eager to leave the conversation. Being annoyed at someone with magic and a blase attitude is the most normal he's felt since arriving.
"I was not skimpy to begin with," Damian points out, looking down at the drink with suspicion. It's hot, and the fruit at least is tempting, but he's not going to actually eat it. He presses the cool of it against his neck for a second instead. "Why were you hiding away? You don't seem particularly thrown by the atmosphere."