If he could, he would sigh. Blinking a slow, dragon-like blink, Caden's mind whirls into a modicum of action, pointing out several things at once. 1) The floor is rather ooky and inhospitable, 2) Batman's wonderful plan isn't very wonderful, 3) he himself has wings and (provided he morphs into his larger dragon form [him? Obsessed with dragons? Never.]) space enough for the entire team on his back. Above the ground. Away from the danger that HAL is providing for them.
A puff of smoke rises from his nostrils, and he grows, his scales expanding, catching the light in greater amounts. It doesn't look like he's morphed so much as sped up a typical growth process by about five years.
He snorts and noses the nearest person, who happens to be Jono, in the shoulder, whipping his tail around and wriggling his back, trying to say "Hey, you lot, get on unless you want to be... well, dead." He's not sure if it works, but it's worth a shot, and honestly, those batarangs won't last much longer.
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A puff of smoke rises from his nostrils, and he grows, his scales expanding, catching the light in greater amounts. It doesn't look like he's morphed so much as sped up a typical growth process by about five years.
He snorts and noses the nearest person, who happens to be Jono, in the shoulder, whipping his tail around and wriggling his back, trying to say "Hey, you lot, get on unless you want to be... well, dead." He's not sure if it works, but it's worth a shot, and honestly, those batarangs won't last much longer.