It'd been nearly two hours and he still heard you talking. He'd gone onto the Manor's roof, sitting next to one of the many gargoyles as he stared out at the night sky. It wasn't that he disliked the attention or company of the other occupants.

No, it was more like he'd already heard Tim bring up the time Jason had broken into the Titan's tower and nearly killed the newer Robin. It was more like how Dick felt the need to earnestly ask how many people Jason had killed between their last meetings as if to judge his moral character. It was more like Damien made his skin crawl considering that Jason could only think of Talia and her certain advances that Jason could remember with vivid memory. It was simply just easier to sit outside, and have his thoughts as his own company. Though his peace and quiet had been cut off by you as you scampered up out of the skylight of your room and onto the roof where you now sat chatting his ear off. He didn't hate you, and you evidently seemed to trust him considering that you followed him around and told him random facts you'd picked up at school, he wasn't about to hate a kid for being a kid. You were younger, maybe a bit younger than him when he'd first met Bruce and as such, he had tried to act to you like how he wished someone had acted around him when he was younger

When you finally took a moment to catch your breath, he ruffled your hair quickly for your attention. His fingers digging into the mess of tresses as he tilted your head back slightly so you met his eye as he spoke bluntly and with admittance "I wasn't listening to a single thing you said." He ruffled your hair again and turned your head so you faced the night sky again rather than him as he spoke. "Run all that by me one more time"