You werent heartless, of course you couldnt let him be.

Damian scowled as you haphazardly draped a towel over him, momentarily blocking his vision while he tears it away from himself. You giggle, but immediately stifle it as soon as you find yourself at the end of his glare. Usually you wouldnt — but with the way his hand is raised — its best not too provoke him too much. Lord knows you hate the grimy texture of a wet towel.

You walk over to the kichen counter, checking on the kettle and becoming pleased with the steam that starts to rise out of its spout. The both of you stay silent for a moment, the faint sound of ruffling echoing in the room. You bite your lip for a moment, hesitant to bring it up.

You look to the mask discarded on the counter and sigh.

"So...youre Robin?" No shit, but hearing your own words still puts you in disbelief. You can hear the ruffling stop for a moment and you turn, his eyes meeting yours. "Yes." The reply was snappy and clipped, clearly he was fuming. The slight tinge of red on his cheeks was further proof of that, you want to laugh again, but the whistling of the kettle brings your attention back to it and your hand reaches out to pull it from the stove, the other turning the knob off.

You pour the boiling water into a mug with a teabag in it, and immediately you can sense the other staring at you in judgement. Damian, for once, doesnt make a comment and continues to wipe himself down. Its unbelievable that him — out of all people — had to make the amateur mistake of almost drowning to death. And now his identity was compromised!

"Did it really have to be you?" He bitterly remarks under his breath, he admits — your rivalry was cheap and shallow, a product of your academics, but that didnt make it any less of a hassle to deal with.

You grin as you set the mug down on the table beside him. "Would you rather be dead?" You cock your head to the side.

Damian smirks and rolls his eyes. "Preferably."