Damian was in the living room of the Wayne Manor with Grayson, who came to visit again.

Damian was silently doddling in a sketchbook of his.

"Any cool plans for the weekend?" Grayson asked, his eyes lighting up as if Damian would take him to the plans.

"...no..." Damian said, looking at Grayson like he's out his mind.

"Oh, come on, Damian! You're 16! You should be sneaking out behind Bruce's back and going out with friends! I remember how I was..." Dick said, remembering the good old days.

"Master Dick is right, Damian." Alfred said, appearing out of nowhere with tea. "You're locked inside throughout the day, God knows the tike you last saw sunlight. It's not good for you. You should socialise, and not...be like your father." Alfred explained.