"Grayson made me Robin," he says, but what's left unvoiced is obvious: so it's not yours to take away.

(It is, though. There would be no Robin without Batman, and with Grayson nowhere to be found, that title belongs only to Bruce Wayne. He decides. He dictates. He holds absolute authority, and in that moment, Damian hates him. He's never had a choice in his life, not until he went to Gotham. Not until he chose to stand on his father's side. Fight for his beliefs rather than those of his mother, even though it's never been an easy fit. And yet he knows it can be taken from him in an instance. He could be kicked to the curb. Disowned, again.)

Damian lifts up his chin, defiant. "And I never said anything about giving up."