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[color=crimson][sub]"[b]On His Demon Head's Secret Service[/b]" // Part 11 // [ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZdbNMDH8hc]Dami's iPod[/url] ] // [@GreenGrenade][/sub][/color][/center]
[color=crimson][b]N E W   Y O R K[/b][/color]

[i]“Hey, who’re you calling an id– ”[/i]

Dashing low, the small boy had shot beneath the man's notice, his presence revealed in the heel that dug into the man's solar plexus. [color=crimson]"We're having a conversation here,"[/color] the child uttered, hands still tucked into the pockets of his hoodie as took the wind out of the man's lungs.

There, he'd hit him.

Straightening back up, the boy looked over at the Spider-Boy. [color=crimson]"Hey, what's this about a price on your head?"[/color] the youth inquired curiously.

[color=crimson]"Like, how much we talking? I've been wanting to buy a PlayStation 4..."[/color]

Was he joking? Most likely. Even so, PlayStations didn't buy themselves. And he'd blown his allowance on a new laptop. And he wasn't getting squat for the job in Gotham City. [i]Ghuls didn't serve the League for rewards, Damian.[/i] 

Bitch, whatever. Ra's al Ghul was mad rich. If the League wasn't rewarding him, then the man must have had one hell of a sugar momma.