Kyle's standing on the roof, opposite. Green constructs are holding up the side of the house, the insides open like a gaping maw. He looks at Damian, and smiles, thank you for coming, but it fades.

'I'll need money to get materials for repairs.' He hates it. Asking for things like money. He knows Bruce usually paid for their collateral damage back home. Here, he'd managed: he hadn't gotten angry, he hadn't gotten into fights.

'And maybe a construction crew, but I'd like to handle that myself. It's our house, after all.'

He exhales, irritated.