I remember way back when, ( story time isn't something he'd usually get into, but damian can use the reaffirmation. ) first meeting Babs, and even after Tim'd come around and I'd gone back to Gotham--all three of us always knew she was better than us. Better at the game, better at the banter. Smarter. More clever than anyone else.

After you came around? You overwhelmed the hell out of all of us. Babs included. ( now they're getting to the shitty part of town, full of abandoned buildings and homeless on every street corner. ) At ten you were outsmarting all of us. Dick couldn't keep up with you. Smarter, faster, a better fighter than every other Robin combined, but--

( with a hand extending out, fingers shoving into damian's short hair. )

Kinda your weakness too.