Damian wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to answer that question. He didn't know what he'd even be doing if he wasn't Robin; maybe he'd still be with Talia, biding his time among the assassins. Or perhaps he'd have gone off on his own, to do...what, exactly? There were two roads presented to him: his mother's, and his father's. He'd chosen the latter, and knew of nothing else he could do. He'd chosen it, yes, but how deeply had he thought about it before doing so?

"I have my reasons," he says after a moment. And then, more quietly, "What else would I do?"