[Damian's cape and hair ruffled as Jon jumped up. He just looked down and scroll through some text on his device, not even looking up when Jon landed back in front of him.]

Tt, they would not have hurt me. I told you, I had it. [Damian frowned at him, then folded his arms. The whites of his mask slit as he looked at the boy for a long pause, seeming to consider his words.]

Very well, it's probably your nap time about now anyway. Have you selected a room yet?