"You told me to meet you near Dino Territory," Damian says. He's stopped in the front doorway, posture gone rigid for having seen the common area occupied by someone other than himself, Stephanie, or Stephanie's mess. It's strange, seeing his father now, dressed in something so ill-fitting and garish that he may as well be a different man entirely from the dark knight who stalks the streets of Gotham, striking terror into all those he encounters. In that outfit, Bruce Wayne is not a myth, but simply a man. Unimpressive, but no less able to instill an overwhelming sense of disappointment into his youngest son all the same.

His lip curls in distaste. "What are you wearing?"