The flames flickered away as Darkdevil smirked and let himself drop to the ground, landing in a distinctly spider-like crouch. He began to take a slow stroll towards Damian, apparently having made the call that he could take whatever the pint-sized crimefighter was preparing to dish out.

"Not bad," an eerie, inhuman voice said. "However -- aren't you a little bit young to be spending your nights on the streets, you man?"

That's rich, coming from the guy who started patrolling at thirteen.