Suddenly being on the other side of the building, and alive, quickly became a confusing prospect for Damocles. What the hell was going on?It took him a moment to consider what had just happened. Then it came to him rather quickly. [color=00aeef]"Magic, or speedster. No other explanation...bloody meta humans. I suppose I can't exactly complain."[/color] Damocles grumbled he figured he may as well do his job though as he saw Batwoman was nowhere nearby which meant she probably went to do something else related to escaping goons. [color=00aeef]"Scrambling the signals won't last too long. I need to get information quickly. Destroy any evidence that directly links our identities to Bane's operation."[/color] Damocles concluded as he went over to where the fighting was located after sending out a signal to short out the power to the nearby area by way of destroying a power conductor. With the area shaded and in the dark the enemy would be further disoriented the only light was what was on fight. Pulling out his guns and putting silencers on he opted to make sure things didn't go bad. As he hid in a corner one of the thugs came along no doubt he was dabbling in venom. As such this would be a bit more brutal than he intended. Keeping to the shadows he watched the man crawl around in the dark and Damocles slowly aimed his gun, having issues due to the darkness, and then aimed he missed his initial shot but the following three shots hit the man in the leg and Damocles rushed him throwing his gun down on the ground and grabbed his baton he beat the man down further and then pushed him onto the ground with his leg on top of him. [color=00aeef]"Talk! What's your mission here!? Where's your boss!? If you don't talk I'll blow your brains out and toss your corpse into the sea. I'm not a batman I'm worse."[/color] Damocles said slowly, and calmly to the man his voice icy, and cold without a hint of fear, or warmth in it. He wanted to make the man understand that he meant his words. Even if he couldn't kill the fuck he could at least make him believe it. His baton still at the ready and with them an still bleeding from the leg he wondered if the man would break, or if he'd need to blow out his knee.