[There's only a few things to really smash Damian's berserk button, among them: assholes fucking with kids. Despite not being able to exactly do anything, he's angry on Summer's behalf.

And it shows. Not on his face, worse, in his eyes. Cold hate. The hate saved for ultimate betrayals and things equally as heinous.]

Pathetic. [His eyes lower to the floor between the pews, both hands fisted on his thighs. In theory, it sounds easier than it would be--Damian knows, he gets it. But nothing is more frustrating to him than lacking options.] If you did whatever mattered so long as you survived...

Why didn't you just threaten to kill him until he sent you back home?