"Thanks, kiddo." Dick's smile was partly apologetic, he could remember some of the fights he and Bruce had had, which Jason walked in on, or overheard. The first few months of his time at the manor had been their height of the argument between them. Dick still sore about being dropped as Robin, and being forbidden to take the name with him. His name. His Mom had nicknamed him Robin, and to have Batman claim ownership of it, like some kind of trademark, hurt.
"Back up on the seventh floor. Right next door to where you woke up." He paused a beat before answering the questions about Damian. "Damian is Bruce's son. He was as much a surprise to Bruce as you and me when he showed up. He was raised by his mother and trained to be an Assassin, so he's a little... weird for a kid."
Shaking his head as soon as the hesitant question was asked, Dick drew Jason close to his side. "No. He doesn't. But all Robins grow up, you become Red Hood and move out, just like Nightwing did. You still come back to raid the refrigerator."