[Damian's face whips up, not at the removal of the hand, but later. And now there is the anger. At least he keeps his words low. In fact, very low.]

You may not consider it necessary for me to make that choice that way, but she was of a different opinion. I have been proclaimed enemy of the House of al Ghul, and that is after she controlled my body neurally and allowed Slade Wilson to do the same in order to kill Grayson.

[Bruce might be one of the three people who could realize that Damian's voice wavers a tad, at the name. He's done a very good job avoiding thinking of his Batman since coming here. And now his anger has removed that option. It takes a second to return to the conversation at hand, from wondering what is happening to Grayson. If he's missing, back home, or unconscious. What is happening. He's glimpsed his oldest brother's face, through pain and half-consciousness, now and again. He knows Grayson would worry...

Later. Another time.]

Someone who does what needs to be done. Not anyone's whims. Not even mine.

[Not even in answer to a direct question can he bring himself up to say I want to be, not yet.]