[Damian watches the angel sizzle up, and - fine, okay. Not a rookie. The solution was a clever use of their limited resources, and Damian looks at the other boy's body language, the way he wheezes with pain.
Injured. That explains his sluggishness. Damian has grown as a person, which is why his immediate reaction isn't to berate the boy for fighting anyway, instead of letting a professional handle it (him, he's the professional). Well, that is his immediate mental reaction, but it's not what he does, because he's clearly made his injuries worse.
He'd need to take a closer look to specifically address how.]
You're injured. [He looks around the street and finds... what looks like a bar. That'll do. He offers his arm.] Lean on me. Complain or refuse and I'll knock you on your ass and drag you. I've got medical training, so I can help you.
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Injured. That explains his sluggishness. Damian has grown as a person, which is why his immediate reaction isn't to berate the boy for fighting anyway, instead of letting a professional handle it (him, he's the professional). Well, that is his immediate mental reaction, but it's not what he does, because he's clearly made his injuries worse.
He'd need to take a closer look to specifically address how.]
You're injured. [He looks around the street and finds... what looks like a bar. That'll do. He offers his arm.] Lean on me. Complain or refuse and I'll knock you on your ass and drag you. I've got medical training, so I can help you.