Damian had spent his childhood raised to inherit the League of Shadows, taught by his mother and by Ra's Al Ghul himself and that meant one thing if it meant anything:

He knew how to recognize a demonic possession when he saw one. Bertinelli was shaking, pale and twitching occasionally, not to mention covered in sweat and talking to the empty air. Oh, the ignorant might attribute such a thing to simple psychosis or drug use, but Damian knew better. He had seen ghosts and monsters in plenty in his short life.

Before he could say anything more, Bertinelli fixed him with a surprisingly familiar sort of glare. The kind that said 'fall-in-line or I kill you, painfully.' He'd seen better if he was being honest. David Cain, for example, had a fantastic murderous glare when he was teaching. but Damian could at least respect that she knew how to properly communicate.

Huntress surprised him further by actually admitting to her possessed state in a rather matter-of-fact manner. The boy couldn't help thinking that this was actually a breath of fresh air, even if her phrasing left something to be desired in terms of deference. 

[color=seagreen][b]"Tch, as if I have anything better to do."[/b][/color]

Damian walked off to find a Batmobile while Huntress finished taking her blood sample, stopping to collect a sticky note and a pen and jotting down a message in small, precise handwriting.

[i][color=seagreen] Dear Pennyworth,

Have been kidnapped by Helena Bertinelli, who is possessed. Will likely miss breakfast and lunch. Attempt to prepare something adequate for dinner before my likely return. If not back, Send Grayson. Do NOT send Drake.

Yours,

Damian W.
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Damian then crumpled it slightly and partially hid it under a tea saucer Pennyworth was sure to check, in case Huntress decided to check on him. Then he went and fetched his Batmobile of choice. It was a newer, prototype model his father had been working on for some time before his arrival: a Batmobile that could fly. Damian had since worked out the problems for himself with all of his extra time and got it running based on his father's designs, with a few tweaks of his own. It was a Batmobile at least partly of his own design now, and he was proud of that fact.

Not to mention, it was the only one with a seat and hand controls adjusted for his size.

He popped the canopy, hopped inside and used a combination fingerprint and retina scan to log in, grinning as the engine purred to life. He backed it up, spun it and came to a screeching halt right beside the medical bay before popping the canopy open again.

[color=seagreen][b]"Were you saying something? I couldn't hear you over the engine."[/b][/color]