[There was no pizza in the world that Dick wanted that wasn't partially a cheese monstrosity. And Wally would just be disappointed if he came over and found any other leftover in his fridge.]

He kicked me out of the house at least twice. [Damian may not want to ask, but Dick doesn't mind telling; not now, years later, with a close family member. A part of him is even smirking, as if he's remembering with fondness. Which couldn't be totally true, because they weren't exactly the best times in his life. But he didn't need to share that part.] A few more times I just ran away myself. Kinda like what you're doing now.

[It had taken a long time and a lot of years to work up to the kind of respect and understanding the two had today.

He takes a moment to consider Damian's request, humming thoughtfully as he multi-tasked; this was becoming even less and less like a night off. But Damian was... stressed, and he had to admit-- he missed working with a partner sometimes.

So, he shrugs his shoulders.] Why not. Guess it wouldn't hurt to let off some steam.