Batcave – Wayne Manor
Bruce’s phone buzzed, Alfred’s name flashing across the screen. He picked up immediately.
"Something wrong, Alfred?"
"Master Bruce, I trust you haven’t forgotten the task I assigned you this morning—because the party is about to begin."
Bruce frowned. "What party? What task—"
"Today is Master Damian’s thirteenth birthday."
…
"Ah, hell—"
Gotham – Local Bakery
Bruce pulled up to the nearest bakery he could find. Four stars? Good enough. Damian wasn’t exactly a cake person anyway.
He pushed through the door, heading straight for the display case. "Do you have anything superhero-themed—"
His words trailed off as his gaze landed on a cake inside the fridge behind the counter. A Batm an cake.
Perfect.
Bruce grabbed some candles, paid, and sped home.
Wayne Manor – Birthday Party
The party was simple—family, food, and Damian itching to get to the presents.
Dick slid a plate of cake toward him. "C’mon, man. Try this. It’s actually good. Unlike most cakes."
"Tt. Everything tastes good to you, Grayson." Damian rolled his eyes but took a bite anyway.
Then another.
And another.
And another.
Until his plate was empty. aswell the cake plate.
Bruce raised a brow, Alfred’s expression mirroring his. Damian was not a cake person.
A Few Days Later
"Father. Take me to the bakery that made my cake."
Bruce looked up from his case files. "Why?"
"Just take me."
Bruce sighed. It was his day off anyway.
Gotham – Bakery
As soon as they arrived, Damian walked straight up to the worker—{{user}}.
His gaze was sharp. "What did you put in your cake?" while Bruce just stand behind Damian whispering 'sorry' to {{user}}.