Aw, is that why you’re here? Just checking up on me? [ It’s a nice thought, even as he has to bite back on the reflexive little pang of loss that comes with it. It means he’d come intentionally, and that he knows the way back. That he won’t be staying. Which-

That’s better for him all around. Dick knows that.

Just then there’s noise on the other side of the door; a faint scuffle, then a loud, indignant voice. Dick rolls his eyes at Damian, then quickly moves to the window, retrieving a small, hidden knife from his sneaker. ]

Time to blow this popsicle stand. Keep talking, I’ll get us out of here.