He is an ass, but he's still your dad.

[Dick spent days alternating with being the first to defend him and the first to call him out.]

Of course I can cook. [He lets out a breath that could almost be a sigh if it weren't too short, ruffles up Damian's hair a bit before he releases his protective arm and stands back up. He was no Alfred, of course, but he'd been living on his own for enough time to not have to order take-out every day.]

You seriously wanna stay here? You'll be complaining about the lack of accommodations within the hour.