Damian was used to being kidnapped. That's what comes with being a vigilante in a city full of criminals. But even if he could just easily break out of whatever restraints they had him in - he liked to humor his captors. He would sit and pretend to be scared before smashing their faces in.

Well, Damian had gotten kidnapped on tonight's patrol, all he could remember before waking up in this chair was someone coming up behind him and hitting his head causing him to black out. He had to give them credit - they did manage to knock him unconscious on their fourth try.

The room was cold and smelled like mold mixed with old cigarettes. The boy narrowed his eyes and huffed softly - sinking into the chair. He could at least see what he's dealing with before trying to get outta here. "Hello? Is there anyone else here?" Damian called out, his voice rough.

"Well if ya' looked around you'd see that there is," Someone from the back called out - walking out from the dark parts of the room and to behind Damian - flicking the back of his head softly. "Kids never like to use their eyes.." They muttered - walking back and sitting on a table.

Damian couldn't help but grumble softly - this may be an easy situation to get of but damn it gonna be annoying. "Yeah sure.." He muttered, looking anywhere but the rogue sitting on the table in front of him. He was scanning the room for exits and the door was left open. Perfect.