Under typical circumstances, it was more likely that humanity would figure out how to achieve faster than light travel before a certain grumpy vigilante could be caught dead apologizing. Unfortunately for one grumpy vigilante, these were not typical circumstances.

Now, to be clear, it wasn't that he'd done something wrong or anything. Yes, he had stabbed his sparring partner for the umpteenth time, but it hadn't been lethal, and his opponent had barely even flinched! So really, it was unfair to blame him at all.

But since his sparring partner had gone and gotten upset and vowed never to spar with Damian again, drastic measures were in order. He would have to go through the humiliating, degrading process of...

"Apologizing," he muttered, scowling at the ground. "I am apologizing. For...injuring you." He shoved the box of chocolates toward his victim. They were fancy, and expensive, and his brothers had definitely not helped him pick them out. Definitely. (Though a certain brother had laughed in his face about his fancy-schmancy box of fancy-schmancy chocolates, the jerk.)

Damian shook the box, scowling harder. "Well? Take them already. I am trying to apologize here." He scoffed. "Even though I was clearly not in the wrong."