It takes a minute for his brain to register the softness his head has fallen upon, and Damian almost allows himself to lull into it.

Eye's gently open as he recognises Grayson holding the bowl.

"Hm?"

"There never is a teacher but....I will reprimand them! With the fists of justice!" Dramatic pause.

"And I was thinking of toilet papering there house."

"They continued to make baseless allegations..." Damian seethe, pulling the ice pack away and suddenly sitting up straight.

"They know /nothing/ of my mother. And yet they were willing to ridicule me for her..." Sigh. "I believe they finally discovered what ticks me off."

Damian hid further, dissatisfied that he couldn't bury his face in the ice pack.

The patting would be dealt with later.

"They insulted Mother. Or tried too. Vaguely. Yet... It still angered me. I almost didn't pull my punch."

"I hope so. Besides, he better. Otherwise, I'll tell Mother and he fears her." Especially when it came to him.

Damian paused and huffed, brows furrowing.

"Even despite the fact I've pushed you away ao much at times?"