Just being in his company's enough to make Damian feel better. In a weird way, it's like being in his father's arms after a particularly rough day (except that Hassan's way too young to be his dad, or so he thinks). Oddly enough, he's not mad at Hassan - he can't be, he's only eleven - and the idolization hasn't waned either.

"Good," Damian whispers back, managing to sound slightly happier than before as he cuddles closer. "I'm glad I didn't fail you."

So the truth comes out. By being Robin, part of Damian felt like he'd betrayed Hassan and even failed his expectations, simply because of the lies he'd woven to throw his ahki off-track. Gently, he takes off his gloves and attempts to intertwine his finger's with Hassan's. "... I didn't, right?"