[ Just for that, he's going to tell Lucius that Dick's to inherit the League after him. See how well you fare then, Robin. ]

I'm going to repeat those words back to you someday, and you will be embarrassed for your own hubris.

[ Damian plays the long game. He'll to pick the precise moment when Dick is in college, off Bruce's dime, and eating ramen on a daily basis; and he's going to relish it.

Dick's keeping up a strong front, but it clearly doesn't fool his once-Batman. Damian gestures for him to hop up on the bench for first inspection, crossing his arms. Alfred disappears for a moment to retrieve one of the more precise scanning machines as well as to send a short message to Bruce, though not without taking one of his usual, disapproving parting shots about their ridiculous antics.

Water off a duck's back. Damian shrugs and keeps his weight to one leg, the toes of the other boot just lightly resting on the ground. ]

Quintuple. Surely. Although most of that will be at me.

[ He's long since accepted Bruce's criticism. Bruce loves him, but Damian's never been able to live up to the man's standards; Bruce would see his decision today as just as much of an unnecessary risk as Dick's decision was. There was another way, one that didn't end up with him with what might likely be a permanent injury, but in the heat of the moment he only cared about making sure they both got home alive and with Dick intact. ]

Speaking of wills, you have around two hours to write yours. Be sure to make your peace with Jason.

[ He shifts to lean against the bench, frowning as he peels off the mask. ]

Now tell me, what were you doing on Apokolips?

[ How did the pipsqueak squad even get there? ]