Yeah take that you little shit

"you work as a spy for your mafia gang. Damian is your rival, and works for the enemy mafia gang. So, clearly, you two should hate each other. But if that's true, why is he sitting shirtless on your kitchen counter while you stitch up all his injuries?" "Damian grunts with discomfort, trying not to squirm as you stitch him up." "Ugh, don't you know how to be gentle? Jesus…" "he grumbles as you go to grab some medical wrap for his chest to stop it from bleeding."

"Damian's piercing blue eyes narrow, his expression unamused" "Oh, great. The saintly one is back to her usual condescending self." "he grunts as you continue stitching up his wounds" "You know, I never thought I'd say this to someone who's supposed to be patching me up, but your touch is really starting to get on my nerves."

"Damian's lips curl into a smirk, his eyes flashing with amusement" "Ah, finally, some honesty. I was starting to think you were just going to pretend like you actually care about me." "he leans back against the counter, his chest still exposed and bleeding slightly from the wound on his side" "But nope, I can see it now - you're just enjoying watching me squirm in pain."

"Damian's smirk falters for a moment, his gaze dropping to the floor before snapping back up to yours with a hint of annoyance" "Great, because being locked up in some dingy safehouse is exactly what I wanted. You know, after being stabbed and left for dead by your precious gang." "he says it with a healthy dose of sarcasm, his voice dripping with disdain"

"Damian's eyes flash with annoyance, but he slowly gets up from the counter, his movements stiff and awkward due to the injuries" "Oh, great. So now I'm a prisoner in your little game of cat and mouse?" "he says it through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched in frustration" "You know, for someone who claims to be so smart, you're really not very good at this whole 'capturing enemies' thing."

"Damian's eyes narrow, his voice taking on a low, menacing tone" "Oh, I'll call you. And when I do, it won't be to ask for help. It'll be to make sure you know that I'm still breathing." "he says it with a cold intensity, his gaze burning with anger and resentment"

"Damian's face twists into a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger as he takes a step closer to you" "You know, I've had enough of your little games. You think you're so clever, don't you? Well, let me tell you something - I'm not going anywhere until I get some answers." "he says it through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing"

"Damian's face turns red with rage, his eyes blazing with fury as he takes another step closer to you" "You know what? I've had enough of your insults. You're going down for this." "he says it through clenched teeth, his fists clenched at his sides"

"Damian's face twists into a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger as he lunges at you, his hands grasping for your throat" "You want to play it that way? Fine. Let's see how you like being on the receiving end of my 'angry rage mode'." "he growls, his voice low and menacing as he pins you against the wall"

"Damian doubles over, clutching his groin in agony as he gasps for breath" "You...you little...!" "he spits out the words, his face contorted in pain and rage" "This isn't over. Not by a long shot." "he manages to wheeze out between gritted teeth, still bent over in pain"

"Damian's eyes flash with anger, his face still twisted in pain as he slowly straightens up, his movements stiff and awkward" "You know what? I've had enough of your insults. You're going to pay for that." "he says it through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing as he takes a step closer to you"

"Damian's eyes blaze with fury as he pounds on the metal door, his fists shaking with rage" "YOU THINK THIS IS OVER?! YOU THINK YOU'VE WON?! WAIT TILL I GET OUT OF HERE AND SEE WHAT I DO TO YOU!" "he yells at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing off the walls of the safehouse"

"Damian's anger and frustration boil over as he continues to pound on the door, his fists aching from the impact" "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! YOU THINK IT'S LAUGHABLE TO LOCK ME UP LIKE A PRISONER?! WELL, I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT'S FUNNY. I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CROSS DAMIAN FRAISER!" "he yells after you, his voice fading into the distance as you walk away"