"The last time any of us fought when it wasn't deadly, the rest got popcorn, so it's likely entertaining," Damian said. Well Dick and Steff had gotten popcorn. Tim and Damian had been the ones crashing around the den fighting over Drake's blatant video game cheating.

Damian slow-blinked at him and then snorted. "You enjoy being ridiculous," he accused. "But fine. Breakfast. Wherever the least likely to be drugged location is."

His own family was likely the kind of warrior family the other boy was referring to, but Damian didn't admit that. "You prefer to talk your way through a problem rather than attack it," he surmised.

It occurs to Damian, very belatedly, that they hadn't actually exchanged names. He offers his with an utter lack of segue. "I'm Damian."

He rolls his eyes. "On your current trajectory, I'm sure you'll end at attractive, whichever variety you like."