[ It is absolutely a thing up for debate, but Tim has long since given up on trying to point out that Damian is not so standoffish as he thinks he is.

(Of course, this only applies to family. Ask anybody else in the superhero community and they will swear up and down that Damian is as cold as ice. Even his JLA teammates, heroes he's spent months in the field with, would say he isn't someone you can just go up and hug, or clap on the shoulder. If they saw him now, with Robin hugged to his side and a grin on his face, they would be flummoxed.)

He chuckles, laughter rumbling through his frame at the weak hit, and he catches Dick's fist to pre-empt any follow-up attacks. ]

He would, but maybe I won't ask him if you're just going to call me a jerk. And here I thought you might appreciate my efforts to find you some company for the long, boring weeks of recovery ahead.

I suppose I'll have to rescind those sleepover invitations for when you were feeling up to it.

[ A shrug, casual as can be. Inviting a flock of junior superheroes over to the Manor was out of the question with Bruce, but Damian, unlike his father, was not so worried about keeping secrets from fellow superheroes, and Dick's little crew already knew the boy's identity. ]

A shame. Kid Flash seemed so excited.

[ God, but Damian can be such a dick. ]