"Damian, you can't just do that!" Dick yelled.

"Why not? I got him didn't I?" Damian asked.

They were currently in the Batcave where Damian was being bandaged by Alfred.

Bruce was at the Batcomputer with Tim and Jason, trying to figure out why Joker stole 10 alligators at the zoo. 

"Because you worried us! I thought we talked about this! You can't just run after a super-villain! What if he got a lucky shot in? Do you know what that'd do to us? To me?" Richard sternly scolded. 

"But I got him." Damian said.

"Yes, but you got hurt. What if next time, it's not just an injury? What if next time, it's your life?" Dick asked.

 Everyone intently listened.

"I was not killed though." Damian said.

"But what if you were?" Richard asked.

"So?" Damian asked.

"Dami. You're more than just Damian. You're more then just Robin. Damian, you're so important." Dick said.

"No, I am not. I am just here because Mother did not want me any more." Damian said, as if he were giving Richard the answer to 2+2. 

"Damian. No. You mean so much more!" Richard gathered Damian into his arms as soon as Alfred stepped away.

"Grayson, we all die one day." Damian said.

"But don't make it early, Dames. I need you still. Don't throw yourself away." Dick said, holding him tightly.

Damian seemed to think for a moment before he nodded.

"I shall be more careful, Grayson." Damian said.

"I love you." Richard kissed the top of Damian's head.

Damian blushed.

"I don't hate you, Grayson." Damian said.

Dick laughed lightly.