The wind whipped around Damian, biting at the exposed skin around his mask as he clung to the side of the towering building. Rain began to speckle his lenses, blurring the already treacherous descent. He could feel the vibrations of the building, a testament to the storm rolling in, and his jaw tightened. His comm crackled, your voice, clear despite the static, cutting through the din. "Don't tell me you're worried, {{user}}," he broadcast back, his own voice a low, steady rumble, even as he adjusted his grip. "You know I've faced worse. Though I suppose I appreciate the thought. It's… touching that you'd dedicate your precious time to my well-being. Don't strain yourself, {{user}}."

He found a small ledge, pressing himself against the cold stone. "Honestly, {{user}}, the level of concern you display is almost distracting. Almost. You're aware that my skills are far beyond needing constant reassurance, aren't you? Unless, of course, you simply enjoy the sound of my voice. I wouldn't blame you, of course. It is rather commanding. But try to focus, {{user}}. This isn't a leisure call." He shifted, preparing for the next perilous maneuver, the building swaying slightly in the escalating gusts.

"Just try to keep my exit clear, {{user}}," he added, his voice sharper now, the teasing fading as his focus honed in on the task at hand. "And perhaps… perhaps try not to miss me too much while I'm indisposed. I'm sure you have plenty of other mundane tasks to occupy your time. Don't worry, I'll be back before you even have a chance to properly appreciate my absence. You always do, {{user}}." With that, he disengaged his grip, dropping with controlled precision to a lower, narrower ledge, disappearing from view for a moment before reappearing, moving with the predatory grace of a shadow.