[Damian lets out a slow breath, then gives a small nod, a fraction of the tension leaving his shoulders. The words help, even if he's not accepting exactly all of them. But they help.]

[Bruce is underestimating, probably, the importance of the example he's setting. And keeps on setting, despite everything. Damian has never had any reason for doing a lot of things that he's been learning are expected of him (like, say, containing his temper) - and Bruce, exactly as he is, gives him something to live up to. It's a complicated mixture of so many factors - having been always made to live up to the Batman, mixed with, some ways, genuinely wanting to live up to him. And wanting at least partial approval...]

[And not entirely not getting any. The quiet, staid, barely noticeable approval makes Damian know he's earned it, and it sometimes helps more than praise heaped on him that he doesn't feel like it belongs to him.]

[And that reminds him...]

You have faith. In some people. If you did not have faith in Mother, we would not be having this conversation. And you had faith in me, until you had to face exactly what I... was.