Damian had ventured out to give Titus some exercise and to continue committing the layout of the city and its notable locations to his memory. He'd hesitated by the ice cream truck, but hadn't gotten anything, largely because Titus is busily greeting anyone who pays him the slightest bit of attention, to Damian's frustrated fondness.

His eyes are drawn by bright red hair, automatically checking to see if it was one of the various infuriating redheads he knew. (It definitely isn't the one non-obnoxious one he knows.) He's disappointed to see yet another stranger. But then he notices the way the man is staring at him. Not Titus, but Damian. He frowns, unsure WHY he's being stared at. The redhead's eyes meet his and Damian resists the urge to look away self consciously, or to reach for a batarang. "Did you need something?" he asks instead, haughty and precise. Titus notes that Damian is addressing a person and promptly goes to greet him, ears pricking and sniffing more deeply as he caught the unfamiliar scent on him. Damian calls him back a step and Titus obeys, but he's still standing there, big head lifted to scent the air and Nathaniel with it.