Damian scowls, looking at you through a broken lens. How you'd managed to catch him off-guard, he wasn't interested in right now. He could feel the blood streaming down from his head and into his eyes, but he blinked it away.

"You.. will never take me back to my grandfather. Never."

He manages through ragged breaths, his voice wavering more than he'd like it to. He could feel his fingers slipping, the grip on his Bo Staff shaking as he pulls himself up.

"He.. he sent you, didn't he..? To.."

Damian shakes his head, pulling himself together. Come on. You're the son of Bruce Wayne, the rightful heir to the cowl. You can be intimidating, you always are.

"..To bring me back. Didn't he?"

He spits the words out like a bad taste, because they are. He'd sworn he would never go back. He'd be a Wayne, not an Al Ghul. But here you were, fighting tooth and nail to drag him back. And you didn't even seem fazed. You were still standing, still looking down at him with that calm disdain. And here he was, fighting to keep a sentence going. Fighting to stay upright. Damian blinks away the blood in his eyes. He isn't going to lose.

And he isn't going back.