Damian rolled his eyes. Well wasn't someone in a chipper mood this evening. Of all the people he'd run into, it had to be him. It had to be Drake's best friend, and the person he had the misfortune of rooming with. As if the concept of rooming in that closet with another human being was humane. One of these days he really should travel to the headmaster's office and demand a bigger room. No one treated a Wayne like that.

Especially when rooming with someone meant rooming with your most annoying enemy's best friend. Now every time Damian saw the kid, or even glimpsed in the general direction of his room, he was reminded of Drake. Apparently life was trying to teach him that no matter how far you got in life, it will all come back to your less competent predecessor. All he needed was for Drake himself to show up, and his misery would be complete.

"And how am I supposed to know you're in costume when your 'costume' consists of jeans and a t-shirt? At least when you had that horrible unitard and biker jacket one could differentiate between csotume and regular clothes."