Dick walked into Roy's place, and silently gestured for Damian to sit on the couch. Dick and Roy walked into the kitchen to talk. "Hey Dick, who's the kid?"
Dick began to rub his temples. "That's Damian. Do you mind watching him for an hour or so?"
Roy just stared at him. He could tell Dick looked really stressed out. "Um, sure, I mean I guess."
Dick visibly relaxed. "Thanks, and I apologize in advance."
Roy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Um, what?"
Dick started to slowly back out of the kitchen. "Um, I have to go. Good luck."
Roy stared at him like he was crazy. "Good luck? He's just a kid. How bad can it be?"
Dick left without responding. Roy walked over to Damian, and sat down next to him on the couch. "So, what do you like to do for fun?"
Damian didn't say anything, and refused to look at the strange man sitting next to him. Roy breathed a large sigh. "So, what's your story anyway?"
Damian stared at him with one raised eyebrow. "My story? I am Batman's son."
Roy bit his tongue to keep from laughing. "Batman's son? You mean like, for real Batman's son?"
Damian only glared at him. ""Yes, I am Batman's son...his one true heir."
This time Roy did laugh. "Do yourself a favor and get the therapy now. Trust me; it will save you a lot of problems later." Roy walked back into the kitchen, still laughing. He picked up the phone, and started dialing. "Hey Wally, you'll never guess what Batman did, and who is sitting on my couch at this very moment."
The End