Yeah but if you're still shorter than me, it doesn't count. [ and you are still an inch! shorter! so you're still a baby, the end. this roy doesn't know anything about damian's dark future, and despite their spats and wrestling matches, he's still fond of this kid. he's fond of all the batkids, from grayson on down, even if the younger two he doesn't get a lot of face time with. they're still good kids, taking an internship that might completely destroy their lives, or turn them into dick grayson, it's kind of roulette when it comes to sidekicking.

he doesn't know what damian's seen in the future and roy's not going to ask. maybe someday, if D feels like talking, but it doesn't change his present, so he's not pulling on that string. for now, he just wants to take care of this kid and get him back in top fighting shape.]

Step into my office, we can talk accessories while I figure out how to attach this to you. [ with a waved hand, roy leads him through jason and loki's place, through to the garage or closet or whatever room roy's been allowed to set up shop in. roy plops down on a rolling stool and pushes another out for damian to take before motioning him to scoot closer. ] I'm gonna need to touch your shoulder, you good with that?

[ by shoulder, he means what's left of where your arm was, buddy. he gets that's not going to be comfortable, but roy knows better than to just start manhandling robins, least of all injured ones. ]