ok no sorry the idea of Damian being immune to recreational drugs and not just poisons is very funny to me, because as fucked up as it is, it opens the opportunity for this kind of conversation
Tim: HOLY SHIT- Damian you good?!
Dick: you two alright over there?
Tim: yeah, some crazy addict just tried to stick Damian with a needle! he didn't get you, right?
Damian: i am fine, and i would have been fine even if he had succeeded.
Tim: yeah- you wouldn't be saying that if you'd gotten doused with heroin for the night.
Damian: what do you take me for, an inbecile? i have a high tolerance for all drugs, as my grandfather demanded.
Tim, flatly: run that by me again real quick.
Dick: uh- yeah, Dames? i understand you're immune to a lot of poisons, but recreational drugs are a whole other ballpark.
Jason, sighing: yeah, no... kid ain't lying, sadly. his tolerance for heroin n all that shit is off the charts.
Damian: i truly do not understand the fuss. grandfather thought it would be a bonding experience.
Tim: BONDING- so what, you and Ra's were both getting high? the world's most fucked up trip circle?
Damian: well we were not alone, grandfather was not stupid.
Tim: then who the fuck else was apart of this hotbox?
Dick, bemoaning: oh my god, Damian, you poor kid...
Damian: he only trusted his most powerful general and bodyguard to protect us during such delicate training.
Tim: please don't say Talia.
Damian: ...it was not my mother, no.
Jason, bursting out: DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WEIRD IT IS,
Tim: OH- *high pitched cackles*
Jason: -TO DIE, DIG YOUR WAY UP THROUGH A GRAVE, AND THEN BE TAKEN OUT TO A DESERT TO BE SOME WEIRD OLD GUY AND HIS GRANDSON'S TRIP BABYSITTERS?!? DO YOU?
Dick: Jason, you let that happen?!
Jason: OH- yeah, Dick, because i was completely in control of that situation, i had so much say in what went on. i got him out of there as soon as i fucking could, ok?
Tim: i really want to see pictures of baby Damian and Ra's in a sweat lodge together, holding blunts, both wearing ray bans, peace signs flashed to the camera-
Dick: Tim, don't be insensitive.
Jason: i actually do have a polaroid of him off his face when he was six wearing sunglasses and holding a blunt.
Jason: well i had to have some fun sometimes, Dick. and Tim's just a loser skater-boy, this is in his blood.
Damian: i'll kill all of you.
Jason: don't be mad, kid. you were a baby that smoked weed. you're cooler than any of us could ever be.