[Diarmuid pouts slightly when Damian pulls the chip away from him, but the pout passes quickly. He's not really hungry anyway, since he ate something not that long ago.]

All kinds of people come here! Heroes and cat-people and robots and gods and magicians and...

[The boy keeps going for a good couple of minutes before he stops. It's obvious he has seen a lot of different kinds of people come and go.]

Just about anyone you can imagine and a lot that you can't!

[He obviously likes meeting all these different kinds of people.]

Love has a lot to do with it! Brothers-in-arms are like your fighting family! Of course, they love you! It's just a different kind of love! I am sure this Nightwing and everyone else are very upset that you...

[His voice trails off. Best not to remind the boy that he died before coming here.]

You are joking and that is that. I can tell!