[ A hundred million? Please, peasant. His was five hundred million, and that was his mother just looking to distract him and his father.
He looks entirely unimpressed now, at least, rather than ready to break her nose; something, at least, clicking into place. ]
You're from my future.
[ It's not a question, but an easy conclusion. Simple as running numbers. She knows him -- or of him -- but he doesn't know her. ]
...--And I decapitated a Talon. Punching them's the easy part; it's making them stay down that takes skill.
[ Smallest braggart. After a beat, however, he moves back, no longer crowding her space. Titus' growls taper off, and the dog's ears perk up, curious, looking between Damian and Stephanie as if to check whether or not they still planned on running her out. ]
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He looks entirely unimpressed now, at least, rather than ready to break her nose; something, at least, clicking into place. ]
You're from my future.
[ It's not a question, but an easy conclusion. Simple as running numbers. She knows him -- or of him -- but he doesn't know her. ]
...--And I decapitated a Talon. Punching them's the easy part; it's making them stay down that takes skill.
[ Smallest braggart. After a beat, however, he moves back, no longer crowding her space. Titus' growls taper off, and the dog's ears perk up, curious, looking between Damian and Stephanie as if to check whether or not they still planned on running her out. ]