Damon snorted at the police quip. ”You and I are going to get along just fine then. If the police had half a brain they’d have found me a long time ago. Don’t ask about what though - I’d have to kill you then.” His dark brows twitched up in amusement as a smirk formed.
“Aren’t you a charmer.” An eyebrow arched upward at the spreading blood on the ground. “Even without the police, you’re attracting quite the attention.” Blood drew scavengers. This was Gotham. Blood was bait.
