"You let him get First Blood!"

Dick patched his wound as he listened to Damian's barely controlled rant. The boy was not happy, and he waved the bloodstained cloth at the older vigilante, sputtering and fuming.

"You're a dead man Grayson! Do you realize what this means?! You are DEAD!"

Dick snorted "They always get first blood Dami. In case you haven't noticed, Escrima are blunt objects. Unless I break a nose or split a lip, the most I'll ever get is first bruise."

Damian couldn't believe the older bird's glibness. This was one of Grayson's traits he absolutely hated. Usually it annoyed him, but this time it made him furious.

"Stop making light of this you idiot! Dick...you are going to die if you take this too lightly so once in your life please be more serious."

Dick chuckled

"I would if things would get more serious. I've told you before, people coming for my hide isn't new. As long as I'm smart, my skin will stay on."

Damian, like Cass before him, knew that the talk was hiding the conniving way that Dick Grayson thought by simply reading his body language. He was joking glibly, but his body was saying differently.

"It's fine. One cut won't hurt anything. I'll be faster in the future." Alright he made his point. I better do this smart if I'm wanting to actually live. "Hopefully he is one of those honor types who won't do something stupid like mess with the people I care about." Although if he does decide to do that, I'll gladly make a trade. NO ONE is getting hurt because of me.

"Are you staying or going back to Gotham?" Please don't go. If he hurts you I'll never forgive myself. It isn't safe. Stay here.

Damian snorted

"In your state of mind, you wouldn't be able to sense any attacks. Father would scoff at you right now. I'll stay, but only because you can't handle yourself while sleeping. After all, Father would be displeased if you were to leave before he got a chance to fit a Nightwing suit on Drake."

This earned him a smack on the back of his head, and Dick laughed "Bruce?! Hell no! I'M fitting Tim for my kevlar! It's my right!"

"But Father pays for it."

"...Shut up and sleep."