( his right lens is scratched enough damian's going to have to - replace the mask entirely, he's betting. luckily, he does have a spare, just not on him. he'll replace it later, after they manage to pull bruce off the floor and get him moving again. for now, he's shifting his weight a little after bruce lets go of him. not to get off, but so he can press his face in against bruce's shoulder instead and reach to pull off what's left of his domino mask. his tongue presses against the roof of his mouth, making a soft tt sound as he breathes out when the dried blood comes up along with it.

the scratches might leave a scar, but it's nothing new. damian doesn't mind them; they're marks he's earned. but the uncomfortable feeling of scabs pulling off his face alongside the mask reminds him that he and bruce aren't the only two that had taken damage.

damian's hand presses down against the ground beside bruce's arm, pulling himself up enough he can twist to look over dick's injuries: scratches that don't look like they're bleeding enough to require stitches. good. )

You can't save Gotham. ( it's not what bruce wants to hear, but it's what he needs to. ) Gotham has to save itself. Batman doesn't exist to pull the entire city out of its mess. He exists to ensure justice is served.