[ Don't bet on it. Damian's trained Titus well -- good dog, best guard. The boy's giving her a narrow-eyed stare, and he doesn't budge from his stance. ]
No. I don't. Who the hell are you?
[ (Language.)
Robin doesn't recognize her, not like he should, but his attention's caught by the fact that she knows of him. Another mask. ]
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No. I don't. Who the hell are you?
[ (Language.)
Robin doesn't recognize her, not like he should, but his attention's caught by the fact that she knows of him. Another mask. ]