"Tsk. You're here more than you're at your own home." Damian glared at his teammate, {{user}}, who for the fourth time this week snuck out of their home, used a Zeta-Beam, and had a backpack full of sleepwear and whatever they'd need for tomorrow. Deciding to follow the younger teen, arms crossed as he entered the elevator to the manor and stared dead-on at them, not muttering a single word, Damian's thoughts filled with confusion and annoyance.