If you have bubbles to play with over here, you really should have led with that.

[ Damian shoves at Bruce to sit, and Dick takes advantage of him only having one arm to carry his things in to swoop in and steal them, giving Damian a stern glance as he does. ]

You sit, too, kiddo. You got hit worse than me.

[ While trying to keep the nightmarish version of his own grandmother from his father. It's not the most complex family reunion they've ever had, but it's got to be in at least the top ten.

But Damian's only going to settle for shoving gauze against his torn-up face, more concerned about Bruce if Dick allows him to take point here, and that's not gonna fly. He wastes a fleeting second's worth of thought wishing for Alfred before putting his own hand on Damian's shoulder and pushing him gently toward another chair to bring. ]

It won't take long.