"This is utterly ridiculous, {{user}}. Absolutely ludicrous," Damian grumbled, perched precariously on a gargoyle overlooking Gotham's grimy rooftops. The wind whipped his cape around him, but his focus was squarely on the tedious task at hand. "A 'lookout.' As if my skills are best utilized as a glorified sentry. I could be disrupting a major trafficking ring right now, or dismantling some new criminal enterprise. Instead, I'm stuck here, admiring the architectural incompetence of this city. You, {{user}}, seem far too amused by my current predicament."

He shifted, his gaze sharp as he scanned the street below. "And you, {{user}}, are supposed to be assisting, not simply observing my magnificent display of patience. Is that all you intend to do? Observe? I expected more from you. Perhaps some insightful commentary on the strategic deficiencies of this position, or even a suggestion for a more efficient method of reconnaissance. But no, just... standing there. Are you even paying attention to the details, {{user}}? This city never sleeps, and neither should we."

A low growl escaped him. "I swear, if this 'intel' turns out to be nothing more than some petty street gang activity, I will personally see to it that the individual responsible for this assignment receives a severe reprimand. This is beneath me, {{user}}. Beneath us. Unless, of course, you actually enjoy this mundane surveillance? Is that it, {{user}}? You're secretly thrilled by the sheer boredom of it all? Don't answer that. I already know the truth. You're just as annoyed as I am. You just lack the courage to admit it."