[ That had been Damian's plan from the very start: death by embarrassment. ]

I know. [ Damian's eyebrows raise, as if the thought of him not knowing what 'you kids' get up to is ridiculous. Does Dick really think he doesn't know everything that goes on involving his household?

Bruce had an obscene amount of cameras and recorders and tracers and bugs, and Damian continues to have access to every single one. ]

I know everything.

[ Ominous. As if he knows exactly what discussions they've been up to, every whispered word about how scary the eldest Wayne boy is. There's a dry stare accompanying the declaration. (Shit. Shit, he knows, he so knows.)

Damian lets up on the heat, though, snorting at the question. ]

I'm the master of the house. It's allowed. [ ... ] --and I confirmed with Timothy, as well. The sleepover has his blessing, if your friends behave themselves.

[ Tim holds the real power. ]