[Damian looks down over the ledge when he hears Jon shouting something at him. Damian has no pity for your shirt Jon. Get over it, you can get a new shirt from the closets.]

Yeah, but just almost.

[The teen gives a small shrug, but makes note of the pain threshold or at least that he was approaching one.]

I warned you I would put an explosive on you. You failed to stop me. So I win. What’s my prize?