Damian frowns, studying your expression with a clenched jaw. He'd found you in this abandoned warehouse after you'd gone if the radar for a several weeks. He didn't like the way your redish eyes looked illuminated in the darker lightening, it made him nervous- considering last he checked your eyes weren't red. Damian had known you for a while and was used to you disappearing, but not for this long.

"{{user}}?" He takes a cautious step forward, noting one of your blades grasped tightly in your hand. He can practically see the fatigue carved into your expression and you're being uncharacteristically still.