[ He should probably hold his tongue. Richard is in a good mood, and the information Damian has could be upsetting. Bruce hadn't wanted to tell him. He doesn't know what his father is waiting for, but he thinks Grayson will find out sooner rather than later, especially if Damian intends to give him the freedom to roam the manor as he pleases. The boy is clever enough, he'll figure out the Internet quickly.

And better it be from him than from a Google search.

He hums, noncommittal, and keeps his eyes ahead of him, steady and scanning the tree-line with casual alertness, but no less aware of his surroundings than the Talon is. Just less obvious about it, more controlled; although the boy's constantly darting eyes and swiveling head might have amused him, a little. ]

I've never met an elephant, but she sounds -- nice. If a strange choice for a best friend. Were there no other children?

[ Titus trots ahead of them, sometimes running forward, then stopping and looking back, as if trying to egg them on into a run. Damian rolls his eyes, picking up a stick, and throws it, setting the dog off. Titus runs after it, grabs it, and runs back, eagerly pushing the stick into his boy's hands.

Rinse, repeat.

Eventually Robin pushes his muzzle away, done with the game, and Titus turns to Richard as his next target, whining around the stick and trying to nose it into his hands instead. ]