"Uh-huh. And Lucky is..." Damian waved he had in a motion for Dick to elaborate further. This place was strange but the more information he got about it, the better he would feel. Not that he was feeling anything but fine because he was just that. Fine. Thanks for asking.
Tim finished his cup of coffee and decided against a second so quickly after the first. His older brothers already gave him a hard time for drinking so much of the stuff, no need to give them some extra ammo. "So, while you and Damian go visit Cosmo, I'll try and arrange some housing for Damian."
Damian frowned, looking at Tim for the first time since Dick's arrival. "What do you mean 'housing', Drake?" It didn't sound all that appealing. In fact, Damian had his suspicions that Tim was trying to put him in some kind of space orphanage.
Tim sighed, he felt tired and he really didn't want to deal with the problem of Damian at all. But housing was his job so he had to do it. "Well, you can't stay here. I'll have to make other arrangements." Reaching across the kitchen bench, Tim grabbed his tablet and started flicking through options.
"Father would not be impressed to find out you cast me out, Drake." Damian supplied bluntly and damn it, the little brat had a point. Bruce would not be impressed at all. Damian was far too young to be living on his own. Tim cast a pleading look at Dick, silently asking for help. He couldn't stay with Damian. They'd kill each other.