[ Less than helpful is his trademark. The boy's nose wrinkles, imagining the kind of toppings Dick might pick, and quickly straightens out.

(If it's pizza, he knows what he wants.) ]

Margherita. No meat. And fresh, sliced tomatoes must be substituted for the sauce.

[ Heaven forbid the pizza have pizza sauce. ]

I'll make you a list for tomorrow. [ Requests? Demands, he means. ] Otherwise you'll inevitably decide that Kraft is an acceptable cheese to buy, or something.

[ Ugh. No.

It's easy enough to kick his shoes off and pull his feet up beneath the blanket, and his sharp little fingers dig for whatever crack in the couch the remote's fallen into this time. ]

...--It's really alright, though? If I stay? [ He frowns, pries the remote up, and fiddles with the buttons. ] Father will be angry at you, you know.

[ Grayson must know Bruce won't be pleased that he's harboring Damian. ]