Of course I can. I'm the eldest. [ As if that gives him all the right. ] Anyone who attempts to stop me will simply be stuffed into into the cupboard. Ask Timothy. He can confirm.

[ Many times over. Damian's favorite hobby when they were young was to bully the hell out of Bruce's adopted son. Timothy had been small, too clever for his own good, and a despicably endearing mix of sarcastic and good-willed that had rubbed a then-teenager Damian all the wrong ways. He didn't mind the boy becoming Batman's new protege, already graduated to working solo as Nightwing, but he still had to live with Redbird outside the field.

It took being saved by Tim to finally turn their antagonism into a tentative friendship.

Damian considers the boy's decision, before nodding acquiescence. ]

Alright. Shouldn't be too long. Eggplant lasagne tonight.

[ Ambling with his usual smooth, self-assured gait over to one of the plush chairs nearby, he drops into it with legs crossed over the arm of the chair and his phone pulled out from a pocket. Damian has never been able to sit properly.

It seems he is very content to sit and wait the boy out, the sounds of Angry Birds chiming from the small speakers. ]