"No, wait, wait — who's Drake — " Fuck, fuck, let that not be who he thinks it is. God help him, there's an easier way to do this — except coming clean might not help —

Out the back, he thinks, he can wait until Alfred steers him away, sort it out with him instead of with either Damian or Bruce. Alfred's the barrier. Alfred seems the least likely to punch him in the mouth. But it takes effort to rip his eyes from Damian, not to say I'm not going to hurt him I swear to God I'm trying not to.