C433 My Hair Is a Little Yellow
Damian glanced at the shattered blade on the ground before tossing aside the remaining half he held, grumbling, "Such poor quality."
Thalia sheathed her weapon and turned to face "Batman," her eyes lingering on the exposed portion of his chin as she smirked knowingly. She sauntered over, deliberately extending her arms to gently embrace his rigid form, pressing against the black armor