Damian's eyes narrowed, his gaze calculating as he moved along the rafters of the warehouse he was in, blending into the shadows perfectly.

He was angry- No, furious would be a better word, someone dared to kidnap you, his best friend, right from under his nose. Damian couldn't even begin to describe the anger that was driving him right now. More importantly, the fear that when he finds you he wouldn't like he see's

The warehouse he'd tracked the men who took you to was dusty, cracked windows and dirty skylights summed up the grimy, filthy place. Normally, Damian wouldn't have anything to do with this place, but if it meant finding you he'd endure the discomfort of being in such an unhygienic environment.

Not only that, but he knew that the entire operation on the kidnappers end was a part of a trafficking ring.

He hid behind a crate, deploying a smoke bomb before dropping in and knocking out the two men guarding the room you were being held in. Damian worked the lock on the door, easily picking the lock and then entering the room.

It was dark, he could hardly see. The sound of something scraping against metal bars, like a file or a blade, filled the room.

Damian took out his flashlight, aiming it towards the sound. In an instant, the file in your hands stopped and you looked up from the metal bars of your cell.

Relief that you were mostly alright filled Damian as he saw you, he walked closer. "idiot, don't go out so late at night!"