Damian blinks blearily, eyebrows furrowing together. He'd been taking on a group of Black Mask's thugs who had managed to get the jump on him in numbers. One had stabbed him with a dagger, but now he was starting to think the dagger had been laced with some kind of drug. His head was spinning violently and he could barely see straight. Damian grinds his teeth, not only was his head killing him- but also his now injured side. Where he'd been, y'know, stabbed?

His vision swims as one of Black Mask's goons approach him and he attempts to sit up and reach for his weapon- which is kicked away from him. Great. Before Damian has time to comprehend it, there's a gun pressed against his forehead. He winces slightly as a loud bang rings through the air. His eyes peel open again at the sound of a thud, like a person hitting the ground. Damian then realizes the bang hadn't come from the gun directed at his head.

He feels something metallic smelling splatter against his cheek and quickly realizes it was the blood of his attacker. He glances over at the lifeless body, a bullet through their head. His vision fades in and out and he ignores the way his head continues to lull forward as he glances over to a smoking gun, watching someone blow the smoke off of the gun before a familiar voice cuts through the air.

"Oops."