Damian hadn't spent much time with the family. When he was home, his weekends were busy getting caught up on the affairs of Gotham, doing homework, and going out on patrol. He hadn't made much of an effort to socialize but he wasn't being nearly as standoffish as months before.
He watched as Dick and Tim hurried out of the room, clearly they were going to make this into some sort of production. They'd probably come back with trays of snacks or, possibly, music. Once they had departed, he turned his attention back to his father and Dinah. Whenever Dinah finished her sketch, it was going to take her forever to get up again to get supplies. He moved a few finer tip paintbrushes closer to her.
"Does it have to be a robin?" he asked. With the number of people gathered here, there'd practically be a flock of orange and gray birds on the walls. And nothing to do with the yellow paint.