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Tim had made a joke about a case he and Helena had worked together that Dick had responded to with a quip about Azrael as Batman that must have sounded nonsensical to anyone else listening, which had somehow led to the two of them trying to explain to Damian (who just seemed more incredulous with every word they said) the complex shifting interpersonal dynamics of the extended web of vigilantes and morally grey crimefighters of all types that made up the "batfamily" over the years between Tim becoming Robin and Damian himself coming to Gotham.
"So did anyone involved actually like each other?" was all he asked when the explanation trailed off.
Tim and Dick exchanged a look because that really hadn't occurred to them as mattering much: liking each other was so... mundane and unimportant compared to the inescapable web of ideologies and old traumas and sense of responsibility that bound them all together like a blanket and a noose all at once.