"It makes perfect sense."

To Damian, and Damian alone. Ten-year-old logic at its finest.

He frowns, rests his chin on his fist, unmoved by Loki's answer. Mainly because, through his familiarity with mythology, he's well aware the god has many names.

"And why isn't Robin fine enough? It's just a name. A thing to call me. Pragmatically interchangeable with the real thing, as long as I respond it and others recognize it as a reference to myself in conversation."