[That flash is what scares him the most-- Damian's eyes are full of things he doesn't understand, and probably never will, but the danger, it's. It's calmer, it's something more focused, but for a moment(and maybe it's just the medication which he hopes is the case), it reminds him of Two Face.

But Batman doesn't kill. Batman doesn't kill, and he could never be afraid of his stupid big brother. Never.

Even when Harvey Dent-- terrified him (when he thought about those eyes towering over him) the thought of the man's fate made his insides feel hollow, and heavy at the same time. Dick was certain that if he wasn't able to move, he'd rather be dead.

(But even still, the obvious grim anxiety that twisted his frown didn't belay the way his shoulders sagged in relief, because even if he was scared, Dent wouldn't be able to hurt him again. Even if Bruce had convinced him to give up on the idea of vengeance, the thought that Tony Zucco couldn't hurt him or anyone else anymore had made him feel the same.)

His head felt woozy. There was too much to think about and none of it made sense to him. How could he feel glad someone was gone, but still feed bad for them?]

You don't... You shouldn't, do that. If something bad happens again. [Worded like a chastisement, but it sounded more like a plea, and even if he's not looking down anymore, he's still looking anywhere but at Damian.] I'm strong enough to deal with it. You shouldn't go that far just 'cause someone gets hurt. Please.

[And then, a mumbled:] ...Gordon will just get even more angry, and he already thinks you're a huge jerk. You probably shouldn't ignore him.