He's Batman now.

Damian always knew the day would come. A stubborn hope inside him wished it wouldn't— it would mean Bruce is dead. Hope, evidently, does nothing. He's Batman now. And you— stubbornly insistent in helping him— are Robin.

You've made yourself his responsibility; whether you realize it or not.

Sat before a table, attempting to fix a tear in his suit, Damian tries to ignore your presence.

Tries, and fails.

"Do you not have anything else to do?" He demands at last.