[b][color=Seagreen]"As if I'd need you to tell me how to sneak a Batmobile into Gotham."[/color][/b]

Honestly! It was [i]his[/i] Batmobile, or if nothing else close enough to being his! How dare she imply he might not know how to drive it? That was what really bothered him here, not the fact that Father apparently hadn't trusted him enough to give him full information on Huntress and the Mafia. Certainly not the numerous unfortunate implications Huntress's impaired behavior, glowing blue eyes and that serum of hers had for what was actually going on here. 

[i][b]Well,[/b][/i] it wasn't as though Damian had intended to just rocket them into the city through the sky, at full blast and in plain view of every passerby while blaring obnoxious music out the window for sheer shock value. Not after the Bertinelli woman had ruined any enjoyment he was going to get out of it with her stupid lectures. As if she was in any position to talk down to him with a voice in her head. Worse yet, she'd started babbling at him barely lucid if that, all about her relationship with Gotham City and how unprepared he was for it. 

Damian prepared a comment he was sure would put the Bertinelli woman in her place, but something about what she'd said brought back the events of last night in too-vivid clarity. There was a bloody knife in his hands and a shuddering weight against him while a man gasped through shock like a speared fish. His nostrils filled with the scent of blood and...eugh, had the man [b][i]really[/i][/b] pissed himself back then without Damian noticing? But there was more. That same squirming, sickening feeling in his chest he'd had to suppress back then, part panic and part...something else, all of it ridiculous!

Still, such a humiliating reminder of his lack of control soured his mood. Damian didn't bother putting on any music, he just drove in silence. He didn't bother to use the flight mode at first either, not until they got close to the water, and even then they were practically just hovering. 

Damian was shaken out of his entirely non-childish not-pouting by the view. Not that there was a ton there, but seeing Gotham's shoreline glide by in the full light of day for what felt like the first time was oddly pleasant. Damian would have to replicate this view on paper later on, he decided. Not that he normally did landscapes, but he was getting tired of having nothing to draw but bats. In spite of his slow going, it wasn't too long before the pair of them had arrived at the old drainage tunnel. It actually was a fairly small space to navigate through, though Damian threaded the needle into the old flood runoff pipe with ease, a self-satisfied grin on his face at the smooth work the custom hand controls made of the maneuver.

Damian glanced over at Helena Bertinelli and briefly considered waking her for a well-deserved I-told-you-so, reconsidering at the last minute. He didn't want her babbling to the spirit or infection or whatever it was in her head, or worse, scolding him like he was some ordinary child. No, let her sleep in relatively peaceful silence. Naturally, his driving prowess was obvious enough without some woman's recognition!

As they slowed and then rose through the cracked and crumbling storm safety system, Damian wondered exactly how these arrangements had been made. Had it all been done with just ill-gotten gains from the Bertinelli family's extensive criminal coffers? Or...had Wayne Enterprises been involved as well? If Father had been bankrolling the secret construction of a hideout here it was yet another thing he hadn't seen fit to tell his own son. 

Then again, Damian had an irritatingly scant knowledge of the woman sitting in his passenger seat. She was supposed to be a legitimate corporate face for the Bertinelli family, and in reality she was likely heading their operations. Apparently she was the Huntress as well, a vigilante who primarily targeted members of Gotham's more traditional organized crime rings and was known to be looser with the 'no kill' rule than most of the others Damian knew about. That itself had some interesting implications, maybe Helena was using the Huntress identity to kill off her competition? But if she were working with Batman...

Perhaps Damian's father was a hypocrite after all?

Before Damian had time to think through [b][i]that[/i][/b] dizzying spiral of logic, they arrived before a set of reinforced blast doors. Damian felt a minor impulse to simply load up the heavy ordinance and wake Bertinelli by blowing through her doors and activating her ejector seat, but he bit down on it. He'd never get the answers he wanted by pranking her.

[color=seagreen][b]"We're here, wake up."[/b][/color]