Damian gives him a little grin. "No, but only because they know I would win." Save Cassandra, of course. He shrugs. "No, but it's a large family full of complicated people with dramatic personalities and a habit of meddling where they're not wanted. There are times I would rather not give them the title of sibling, and they rarely agree." Well, Damian doesn't think it would bother Drake or Todd much.

Maybe he shouldn't be surprised, given the general atmosphere of the place, but Damian is still startled enough that he showed obvious surprise. "You want me to take you on a date?" he asks. His cheeks feel a little hot and he valiantly ignores it. "Not that it will happen, as I'll win. But that's what you would want?"

"Maturity is an inevitable side effect of a serious upbringing," Damian says. "Mine was very serious, for the most part." Once he'd joined his father, there had been many moments of ridiculousness.

Once in a while, Damian did envy others' ability to have fun without being self conscious or feeling foolish about it. But it was a fleeting whim he let go of. Mostly.

"Hope for what? That your face is a face and will continue to be so?" Damian asks, amused.