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[The pounding doesn't startle Damian. It doesn't. What he will admit to finding startling is the likeness with which the doors have been painted to resemble the actual cell doors of some of the halls of Arkham Asylum. They're over the top of course with blood spattered walls and flickering lights, but then Damian knows better than most exactly how many break outs have resulted in blood being spilled in those halls.
Clearly whoever designed the set had done their research. He frowns and instinctively puts himself between the pounding and Maps. Which is totally ridiculous and would make him groan in shame if he stopped to think about what he was doing. Thankfully, he does not.]
Tt. Unimpressive. [Just as the word is out of his mouth, there is a sudden banging in front of them, and one of the doors bursts open for someone to come flying out at them.
Damian can't help it, he pulls Maps out of the way and takes a step forward towards the man, checking himself at the last minute and remembering that breaking the arm of what was probably some idiot college student would probably not go over well with Grayson. This time he does groan, exasperated at his own foolishness.
Okay so maybe haunted houses and paranoid vigilantes didn't mix well. Who'd have thought. At least he isn't bored anymore.]
[It's probably a good thing he pulls her back, because she reaches out to grab him at the same time. That's the real reason you need someone with you in a haunted house after all - to have someone to hold onto.
So yeah, she's grabbed one of Damian's wrists, peeking over his shoulder as he steps up like he's going to fight the guy. He seems to stop short, and she's almost surprised he didn't clobber him one. Damian has to be a fighter class of some sort, right? Assassin, maybe.
The guy, dressed in a stylized asylum uniform - artfully ripped and spattered in blood - gives them a quick grin before disappearing back into his hideaway. Maps lets out a breath, feeling her heartrate begin to settle.
So her source wasn't entirely wrong.
Once the guys tucked away waiting for his next victims, Maps moves forward again to take the lead. The fun is just getting started! She doesn't let go of Damian either, and in fact, she slips her hand into his and pulls him along. Fate be damned, this is a haunted, after all.]
[He casts a look at their hands and sighs but doesn't pull away. At least if he was holding onto something he was far less likely to punch some unsuspecting "monster" in the throat. Now that he knew what to expect, he should have better control of his instincts anyway. (Should.) As they turn another corner, he mentally braces himself for more jump-scares, all the while pondering that walking the actual halls of Arkham was less stressful than this.]
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Clearly whoever designed the set had done their research. He frowns and instinctively puts himself between the pounding and Maps. Which is totally ridiculous and would make him groan in shame if he stopped to think about what he was doing. Thankfully, he does not.]
Tt. Unimpressive. [Just as the word is out of his mouth, there is a sudden banging in front of them, and one of the doors bursts open for someone to come flying out at them.
Damian can't help it, he pulls Maps out of the way and takes a step forward towards the man, checking himself at the last minute and remembering that breaking the arm of what was probably some idiot college student would probably not go over well with Grayson. This time he does groan, exasperated at his own foolishness.
Okay so maybe haunted houses and paranoid vigilantes didn't mix well. Who'd have thought. At least he isn't bored anymore.]
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So yeah, she's grabbed one of Damian's wrists, peeking over his shoulder as he steps up like he's going to fight the guy. He seems to stop short, and she's almost surprised he didn't clobber him one. Damian has to be a fighter class of some sort, right? Assassin, maybe.
The guy, dressed in a stylized asylum uniform - artfully ripped and spattered in blood - gives them a quick grin before disappearing back into his hideaway. Maps lets out a breath, feeling her heartrate begin to settle.
So her source wasn't entirely wrong.
Once the guys tucked away waiting for his next victims, Maps moves forward again to take the lead. The fun is just getting started! She doesn't let go of Damian either, and in fact, she slips her hand into his and pulls him along. Fate be damned, this is a haunted, after all.]
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