[ Wow, what even is this brat. Damian has half a mind to suffocate him with this pillow, but he won't, because fratricide is looked down upon in society. ]

My apologies for not meeting your exacting standards, Richard.

[ He snorts, leaning his head back against the board and letting his shoulders drop. ]

I guess I shouldn't tell stories at all then, hm? Should leave it to the professionals.

[ Who wouldn't divulge anything half so interesting as stories about what a boss Alfred is. ]

I mean, of course you wouldn't want to hear about the time I sent Father on an international scavenger hunt in order to be Batman for a few days, for instance. And you certainly would have no interest in learning about how Jason joined our family--

[ Bruce, there's a key word. And Jason, too. He may have been returned to them early on, back when Bruce was still alive and Dick was his Robin, but sometimes it's just as painful to talk about him before as it is to talk about Bruce.

However, Damian finds it easier, lately. Cathartic. The boy is always so eager to hear about them, and to get to know the standoffish teenager, and his excitement and happiness at picking up those rare snippets is almost tangible, and entirely contagious. ]