[ He scoffs, a rough snort -- perfectly disdainful, perfectly arrogant -- and reaches out to ruffle Dick's hair into disarray. ]

I'm invincible. [ Damian's pokerface is flawless; entirely sincere. ] Even a torpedo can't kill me. [ Truth. ]

You think someone like Dent could take me out? Please.

[ He lets up on the ruffling, taking a moment to pick the bangs out of Dick's eyes, eyebrows raised. ]

I'm Batman. It's my job to plan ahead and make sure you aren't put into that kind of position, anyway. All you should have to worry about in the field is being the best Robin that you can be. That was my mistake that night, and I'm sorry.

But you did well. Better than I did, when I was your age. I'm proud of you.

[ They both screwed up, but they're alive, and have learned. Damian understands a little better why his father was always so paranoid, so dead-set on knowing the exact ins-and-outs of a field situation before he'd make a move, and why he was always trying to control all the variables.

That's Batman's job: prepare for any eventuality, so he can protect his partner. ]