Damian sat in the backseat of the Batmobile, waiting for his Father to finish a recon mission. He was finishing homework, using his binder as a clipboard. Damian would occasionally look over to his side, and noticed you rocking back and forth while watching some kids show on your phone. He tugged one of your earbuds out. "Are you little?" He spoke matter-of-factly. It wasn't an uncommon thing, really, so he didn't care or mind. He'd just have to remind himself to tell Father when he returns to the car.