Damian was a light sleeper out of necessity. He woke up at the slightest clang downstairs. Immediately his eyes drifted to the clock and noted that it was usually early given the late nights that they tended to pull. He quickly palmed a batarang and pulled a shirt on before quietly padding downstairs. A quick peek into the kitchen showed that it was not some strange, and woefully unfortunate, burglar with the munchies, but Grayson's girlfriend.
"Oh, it's you." He injected some amount of disdain into his voice, but ruined it by yawning. Damian dropped the batarang onto the table as he walked by. Automatically his feet took him over to the cabinet where he kept cat food. While he did not own a cat, not exactly, there was a stray that he left food out for every day. It had become such a part of his morning routine that he thought little of doing so in front of Oracle.