[color=00aeef]"That fucking [i]idiot[/i]! MOVE!"[/color] Damocles roared as he booked it down to the hallway seeing the rocket hurtling towards them. He wasn't getting paid enough to have rockets shot at him like a god damn super villain. He certainly wasn't nearly as tough as them either. As thoughts rushed to his head about possible outcomes he knew none of them were good. At worse he'd die and that'd be the end of it because some god damn stupid rookie didn't know how to properly handle a situation. Figures he wouldn't be the one to fuck up and get killed because of it. He didn't bother grabbing, or trying to push Batwoman if she was as good as Batman figured she was she'd be ok and he'd only get in the way. He tried his best to find the closest staircase, or piece of solid cover to shove himself behind in order to escape the blast as best he could.