The question makes Damian think on it. Briefly. "I do not know." Not that he's aware, but if he knew how somebody could prove it to him, he'd be halfway to understanding it.

He's just... not there, yet.

He sighs. "I make me, I know, I remem--ber." Right. Wrong Grayson. "But there are few better examples, and it... it is complicated. Perhaps I do not have to be like him, but I want to. To be worthy of the name."

... and. Clamps his mouth shut. He doesn't need to say this, does he? And Robin - the other one - doesn't need to hear it.

Damian hunkers down a bit, then one corner of his lips twitches up. "Like that ever stopped you."