It was a story Damian was well acquainted with and he'd asked all his questions before. He'd voiced criticism and curiosity regarding the principle of 'an eye for an eye' and its notable lack in the tragic affairs, the elaborate theme borne from flying mammals, the argument that guns were merely tools, weapons, no different than any other instrument... The answers weren't satisfactory then and something about his father's demeanor indicated they weren't going to be any more satisfactory now.
He had no new found sense of empathy. Strangers in a story. Tragedy that had long since passed by. Were it anyone else Damian would have figured weak for dwelling on such things. The past was only that, unchangeable, immutable. It was only a haunting shadow if you let it be.
Still, his father spoke with a conviction that his mother had never managed able to convey. His reasons seemed made more sense on an emotional level rather than a logical level which was interesting. Damian supposed it made sense. Batman's reputation was one built on mystery and fear. There was skill of course and personal tenets but perhaps it was the combination of the two that made for such an intimidating presence.
Damian nodded.
He looked down at the tunic he was wearing. He frowned slightly, brows furrowed. The strange attachment to a scrap of fabric. Yet another example of emotion dictating logic rather than the other way around. It had been easier in the League. There had been resentment and sycophants in equal measure but Damian had always known where he stood within the organization. Not so much here. It was frustrating to know so much about a person only to feel like you didn't understand them at all.
"What must I do to prove myself?"
A duel? A test? Tonight hadn't exactly been challenging but surely it could be considered a start?