( Damian pauses, turns to look sharply at the blond with his words. They're familiar, something he's more than tired of hearing at this point.

He's Robin, the best one yet, and the son of Batman. He was trained by the League of Assassin's and has lead and killed countless men on behalf of the al Ghul name. Those words are on his tongue and the look he gives the man says he wants to argue. But he doesn't. At least, not right away.

This man isn't his father or Grayson. He's not Pennyworth or any of the others who know the identity of Batman and any of his allies. This isn't a place to argue some of those details. )

I can take care of myself. ( He begins instead, turning fully to face the man and narrowing his eyes up at the other. ) I've been trained to do much more dangerous things than swim in the dark. ( His hands curl into fists, a gesture that reflects the familiar burn of anger under his skin. If he were older, taller and more prominent in his presence like his father, the gesture might have come off as threatening. After a moment, he forces his fingers to uncurl, grips tightly at the golden belt around his waist instead. )

I'm going, whether you go with me or not. ( The sharpness in his tone clearly says the I don't need you that's on his tongue. )