Yeah. There he was. Careless, almost - at least compared to Grayson back home when they were moving together.

Right now, they weren't.

Damian didn't get to the same roof, but perched on one nearby, watching for a moment. It wasn't the Robin outfit that he knew Grayson had worn - if anything, it was the Drake design, which made Damian's lip curl in a silent snarl, and then ease. There were reasons for full body coverage. He preferred it himself. It was logical and it was useful - he wasn't going to stay angry because of it.

Then he spoke - no clearing his throat, directly spoke. "Have you yet discovered that the flames don't really burn? You can touch them with bare hands or stand in them and they aren't even hot."