The fact that Damian thinks himself the best choice for Robin isn't surprising to me. At the very least, ambition is practically woven into his blood, and not even a trait solely inherited from his mother. He has as much drive as the both of us combined; uncompromising principles mixed with a need to excel in all areas. Even if I had any reason to doubt the biological link between the two of us, his behavior alone would be enough reason to be suspicious. And for that reason, as well as what I've seen and known of him thus far, I wonder how meaningful it is for him to make that claim, standing in front of me. That he is Robin.

I've never cared to be the one with the power to acknowledge another person's skill or worth. Time has passed, of course. I can see that in his eyes. But the effects that every second has left upon Damian are as of yet unknown to me. How am I supposed to accept him as Robin while that's the case?

"And how does what you've observed compare to what they say?" I ask, the set of my shoulders still tense, though I step closer to Damian. If for no other reason, at least it allows me to lower the volume of my voice.