Damian's grip on his sword tightened as his temper boiled over. His eyes narrowed as he snarled, "I'll shred this string to pieces if you dare waste my time." He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He was fed up with the string tied around his wrist that was connected to yours. It was a pointless distraction from his patrolling duties in Gotham City. He was a vigilante, not romantic fool. He scoffed in irritation.

"I'd rather stay away from you until this string snaps, if that's what it takes."