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Post by Nomz on Oct 23, 2024 12:40:06 GMT
Renegade snorts a little in amusement at Gwen's mention of beating him up. Part of him wants to comment she already did in a way, but he also doesn't want to give her a reason to not spar with him. Dueling people who are stronger than he is is the best way to get better. His eyes glance towards the doorway to the backroom. Even Damian has to admit that taking a nap sounds great right about an hour ago.
"Same does go for you," he replies quietly, taking her phone and programming his number into her contacts. It is a burner number that he picked up for work and he resolves to ask his sister for a high-quality one that can protect everyone he talks to. Something with high security. He should spring for one for Gwen too. "I will come to help you no matter what it takes."
And he really means that with every fiber of his being. Gwen could still be his person without knowing his face, right? He wants to be right. Damian smirks to himself as he sends a text from her phone to his. It reads: 'I'm a big stinky head.' He's quick to screenshot it on his phone and save it forever.
"Always, partner."
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Post by Beriadan on Oct 23, 2024 12:47:31 GMT
"Alright!"
Gwen tucked her phone back into her suit, took a few steps back and lifted a foot to rest on the window ledge. She pulled her mask back over her face, giving him a two-finger peace sign.
"See ya around, partner!"
Then she was gone, disappearing into the night air, the faint sounds of webs slowly vanishing and leaving Damian in the relative silence of New York.
[End thread]
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