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Though the bomb had not gone off yet, Damian eyed it cautiously - he had a gas mask on him. All Robins were taught to be ready for anything, all the time - but he wasn’t sure how effective it would be against whatever she’d created.

He did briefly consider the distress signal in his costume - the possibility to let Batman, let the others know where to find him. Not yet, he thought - he could handle this himself. He could show them that he was capable. But it was there. In case.

“Really? Because it looks like you’re stealing corpses.”

He pulled himself up to his full height - that still wasn’t particularly tall - and fixed her with a glare.

“If you stop what you’re doing and leave now I won’t have to hurt you.” He told her.

His attempts to intimidate her were rather unsuccessful, as the chemist only took great amusement in watching the small boy do so. Isabel chuckled hoarsely and her thin shoulders trembled slightly as she emitted the sickening sound. On account of her hoarse voice, her laughter could be quite ghastly.

His accusation was ignored as she didn’t care to tell him where the corpses came from. Instead, once her laughter had ceased, she stared Damian down with a gaze just as potent as her poisons. Her burned lips pulled into a sneer behind the mask as she only regarded him with scorn and mockery in those brief moments.

“The bat may have taught you well. But clearly, not well enough.” She said before tossing the bomb and therefore setting it off. As soon as the metal canister left the gloved fingertips of the chemist, she turned tail and ran. In her absence, yellow-brown gas began to rapidly seep from the bomb. Evil toxic vapors curled towards the child, threatening to burn him. The gas mask he had brought would be destroyed as well. For gas masks were useless against Doctor Poison’s creations.

He climbed as fast as he could, but not fast enough to escape entirely - the gas curling towards him burned at his legs and feet, and he yelped, forcing himself to keep going despite the aching in his muscles.

From on the roof of the building, he could see an occasional glimpse of Doctor Poison running, though she was mostly hidden in the shadows - he stopped briefly to assess the damage to his body and decided he could cope with it. His training with the League had taught him to carry on through pain.

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A heavy fog hung in the cold night air above Gotham’s streets. Dr. Isabel Maru was in the process of procuring cadavers from a particularly helpful source. Test subjects were hard to get, so she was exceptionally glad to receive them when she could. Whether they be dead or alive. She barely said a word to the man, just passed him some money and stood nearby to oversee the loading process. The chemist didn’t wish to linger too long and hoped to get these back to the lab before they were discovered. She was well aware of several justice servers that would patrol the streets at this time of night and would rather not be here in case the Dark Knight or one of his accomplices decided to show.

He did briefly consider the distress signal in his costume - the possibility to let Batman, let the others know where to find him. Not yet, he thought - he could handle this himself. He could show them that he was capable. But it was there. In case.

"Really? Because it looks like you're stealing corpses."

He pulled himself up to his full height - that still wasn't particularly tall - and fixed her with a glare.

“Oh look, carnage.”

“I found you beat half to death in a dumpster. When I said I would call 9-1-1 you punched me in the face and said no before passing out.”

“Holy shit you look terrible.”

“Can’t go to my place, I’m making poison in my kitchen.”

“This is the tenth half-eaten corpse I’ve seen. It’s still kinda horrifying but less horrifying than the first time I saw one.”

“Yeah, that’s right, go wander off and commit murder somewhere else.”

Everything about your life makes so much sense now.”

“I don’t know, that sounds like a ‘fuck off’ kind of growl.”

“There’s a girl snorting cocaine off the counter in the bathroom. Just thought you’d wanna know.”

“I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news: some of this blood is mine. The bad news: most of it is mine. And I’m going to pass out.”

“After the fight some dude catcalled me on the way home so I turned around and spat a bunch of blood at his feet. Never seen someone regret doing something so fast.”

“Is that a fucking dragon?”

“That is genuinely disturbing.”

“Don’t smile. You have the smile of a serial killer.”

“I like the cape.” Damian shot back, unsure if he actually did or was just determined to be contrary.

A pause.

“Something more like I used to have. In the League.”

The attempt to reject everything from his childhood had been difficult, and one of the reasons why he wanted to rebel now - everyone had just expected him to leave behind everything he’d ever known and switch to doing things their way with no problems.

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