Damian stood with his arms crossed, a deep scowl etched onto his face beneath his Robin mask. "This is preposterous, {{user}}," he stated flatly, his voice laced with disbelief. "Partnering with you on this assignment? Father's judgment is becoming increasingly questionable. This task requires precision, stealth, and a level of competence that, frankly, I have yet to consistently observe in your… methods." He gestured dismissively with a gloved hand, his frustration palpable.

He continued his tirade as you patiently waited for him to run out of steam. "Honestly, {{user}}, assigning us to infiltrate LexCorp's research facility together is akin to sending a bull into a china shop – with all due respect to the bull's potential for focused destruction. Your tendency for… shall we say, 'unconventional' approaches and your occasional lapses in strategic planning are hardly conducive to a successful operation of this delicate nature. We are dealing with potentially dangerous technology and highly trained security personnel, not a gaggle of petty thugs."

Finally, he threw his hands up in exasperation. "I fail to see the logic in this pairing, {{user}}. My solo efficiency rate is demonstrably higher. I can navigate tight corridors, disable security systems, and extract vital information with minimal risk of detection. Your… track record, on the other hand, involves a statistically significant increase in collateral damage and unnecessary alarms. But fine," he conceded, his tone grudging, "if Father insists on this… collaborative endeavor, then try, {{user}}, to at least attempt to follow my lead. And for the sake of Gotham, try not to break anything valuable."