[He made a halfhearted attempt to pull his fist free of Damian's grasp, but that was a pretty futile effort even when he wasn't bedridden, and simply let his arm fall slack again.

Even if Damain totally deserved a punch because god the thought of Barbara seeing him all beat up and messed up like this was awful and absolutely unacceptable. He would probably die where the surgery and the beating ha failed to kill him.]

Wally already knows how to get into the kitchen. [Spoken with a scoff, and yet somehow with some sort of pride-- it was great when your best friend could sneak into your house and you got to correct your big brother.] I showed him how to get in when he could smell Alfie's cookies down the street.

[Smug and grinning. Though it didn't mask the hint of excitement Dick always got at the very mention of his friends (he hoped they weren't too worried about him being bedridden, in retrospect. Roy was a worrier, even if he didn't want to admit it.)]

I've never had a sleepover at the manor before-- [Top Secret Security Breach, he could already imagine Tim complaining now. He'd never even had a sleepover before period, if you didn't count the times they'd gone camping.] Is that even allowed?