[It is Grayson. And Grayson knows he's there, the change of pace could only mean that. Knows that he's not a foe - Batman doesn't run away, when chased, neither Batman does and Damian knows that much. So he almost allows himself an exasperated sigh, and a silent Grayson! echoes in his mind. Always with the games, as though what they're doing isn't serious, dangerous, important.

But Damian has to admit that some of that is... pleasant to relax into. A familiar chase in a new setting. A thrill that adds to the ease that the man's presence somehow brought to him, an ease that even Father - or even getting to talk to and work with Father - didn't manage. Ohhh but he doesn't want to let him out of his sight, right now. At all.

Which is why he curbs that reaction, tries to estimate which way Grayson is moving, and then takes a slight shortcut. This city is no longer strange and new to him.

Yes, he'll try to get a drop on Batman.]