Clayface:You'll get nothing from me

Damian:Either I get answers or you get the sword

Clayface:Do you're worst

Damian:AH!!!

{Nightwing comes in and punches him to the ground and catches the sword}

Damian:Ugh!

Nightwing:The psychos just keep getting younger

Damian:AH!

{They fight}

Batman:Talk

Nightwing:Missing something?

Batman:Not in the mood for games

Nightwing:I have a kid here he says he's you're son

{has him tied up & gaged}

Batman: I'll be right there

{He drives there}

(At home Alfred is stitching Dick's cuts)

Dick: Really ticks me off after ALL those lectures he gave me about using protection

Alfred: Indeed

Dick:{whinces in pain} Augh! {Yells in pain}

Alfred:Are you alright Master Dick

Dick:I took the cut, I can take the stitch

Damian:Maybe you need some more antiseptics

Dick:And maybe you should go f-

Alfred:Master Dick!

Damian:Maybe you should remember who the blood son is

Dick: Blood thirsty is more like it

Damian: hmph {walks off}

Bruce: ...

{He's looking at Dick's old costume}

Damian:This your's?

Dick:Still is keep you're hands off it kid

{He shuts the door to it}

Damian:The only thing it's missing is lace trim and a sun hat

Dick:You don't fool me, I know what you're thinking you're thinking you could be Robin, well you can't

Damian:I don't need some incipic costume and a bird name I'm WAY BEYOND you're simplistic training, as you saw tonight

Dick: Don't forget, you LOST that fight

{He walks away}

Damian:Hmph 😑