Grayson's request had been simple enough, albeit very transparent. Damian had attempted to deflect his request by pointing out (very begrudgingly) that Nightwing was more than capable of taking care of his own matters then going so far as to belittle him when he insisted on needing help. Damian had even confessed that he had, indeed, consulted Lance about the birthday preparations just in case Grayson had ulterior motives. However, once it became clear that Grayson would be content to prattle on about nonsense for hours, Damian simply gave in.
Bludhaven was a step down from Gotham and Damian was almost impressed by it. What he wasn't impressed by was Nightwing's step by step directions. It was a simple matter of maneuvering through the building's interior and then retracing the same route out. It took longer to explain than it would take to accomplish.
"Tt," Damian replied. He tossed a glare in Nightwing's direction, though the expression was undermined by the domino mask, then he slid neatly into the now open space.
The sooner started, the sooner it would be finished.