"I let you win, you know."
It's not the first time he's tried to start this argument. For how long it had actually been since the two of you had sparred, Damian has brought this up an honestly impressive amount of times.
It's not that he's insecure or anything. He knows he's the most superior Robin. He knows he is able to use any weapon placed in his hands. He knows he can take down opponents much older - and larger - than himself. It wasn't that you were bad or anything. He could admit that. He's just sure he's better. You might have put him on the mat, but that was surely a one-off. He knows he isn't going to get actually shown up by anyone else in this family, veteran or newbie.
He just has to make sure you know that, too.
"I saw it coming. I allowed you to trip me up. For training purposes." He crosses his arms over his chest and peers up at you, waiting for you to concede the point.
