I tolerate him. [Damian Wayne would die for Dick Grayson. He adores the man. Anyone like Dextera can tell by the tone of his voice, the words he chooses, he does in fact like his adoptive brother.] And his horrendous jokes.

[His eyes glance from Dextera to the board, then back to Dextera, searching.] You weren't literally conjoined. [He's thinking about Dextera's abilities.] But you shared a heart?

Were you experiments? [It's a blunt question, but Damian doesn't ask it harshly. He moves one of his pawns in front of one of Dextera's pawns, blocking it.] If you're "Number 13," was he "Number 12"?