Breaking and Entering

Damon laughed. Scarecrow was lucky to have kept its head on that time, and he felt a bit disappointed. No pie for the boogeyman just yet. Aw.

"Y'know what's more rude? Stealin' from the cops!" Damon said, grinning. And really, he should've expected the teleporting- what an annoying power. He rolled over and leapt upright, not overly concerned with removing any caltrops at the moment.

"The wordplay ain't that cute, pumpkin," he called, "but you gotta stick to your gimmick, I guess. I can respect that." He could pretty much feel everything starting to grate on his partner, an automatic sense that was built into him after all the time spent around her (and spent being the one to personally grate on things). She couldn't stand situations like this, when things weren't being taken seriously and done all proper like. It was hilarious.

But she did get things done, he couldn't deny that.

And of course pumpkinhead had knife hands. Very sensible. Damon nodded to himself at the logic, and approached again.

This was weird. Amusing, and weird. "We like our official possessions to not be removed. So, uh. Nobody seems to be winning here." Feeling childish, Damon just held onto whatever spot in the net was being cut at in order to hinder the progress.