[ Damian's not unfamiliar with negative feelings, though it is puzzling - even concerning - to the young vigilante. It's similar to some of some of the cases they've looked into, at Gordon's office; some of the children they've watched being questioned. It makes him pay a little more attention, because heroic legend or not, Diarmuid is a child, and Damian is Robin. ]

I chose my father over her. [ --is his only answer. Succinct, matter of fact, but really, that's what it boiled down to in the end. Petty greed, unbending pride. When the boy steps forward Damian watches him, sharp-eyed and wary, confused over Diarmuid's reaction. ] And safe? We've been kidnapped.

[ Diarmuid has been thoroughly tricked by their ploy. You drank the Kool-Aid, kid.

Not to mention he can't stay here. If he's alive, he has to get back. ]

Are they actually serious about the physical affection requirement?

[ The grumpiest frown, crossing his arms. Damian, obviously, has not participated. ]