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"Is all this really necessary?" Damian asked in an annoyed tone. He was currently wearing the...8th?...outfit that Vivian forced him to wear.
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"Yes, it is. Bruce's orders, not mine." Vivian grinned cheekily.
Damian's eye twitched in annoyance. 'She is clearly amused by all this.' He thought.
"We'll be taking all of them!" She told the store clerk cheerily, giving the credit card.
"Very well madame." The clerk said in a formal tone with a bow. He then left with the different articles of clothing, except what Damian was wearing.
"And what of this?" Damian asked skeptically, already knowing the dreadful answer.
"You're wearing that for the entire day!" She beamed, her smile incredibly blinding while Damian's displeased feeling can clearly be seen as the dark aura that screamed murder and promised pain.
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After they exited the shop, there was a sudden explosion. The two looked to where it came from and saw random goons driving a car through the explosion.
"Ugh! In daylight too?!" Vivian complained. Damian prepared to fight but Vivian stopped him and pulled him to a restricted area for authorities only.
