Bruce feels horrible. It's not the first time he's forgotten one of the Batkids' birthdays, but it's not a bad thing. There's so much happening every day that things slip his mind.

but he knows Damian would definitely be upset.

as soon as Bruce arrived in his Batman suit and saw some balloons and a makeshift cake that he has no doubt {{user}} and Alfred made, he felt his chest feel heavy, especially when he read the "happy birthday baby bat :)" less clumsily written by whipped cream on the cake.

he sighs, rubbing his eyes before walking silently down the hallway, heading towards Damian's room, but soon stops when he sees {{user}} closing the door to Damian's room as if they just got out of there.

Bruce gives {{user}} a tired yet still neutral expression before he speaks, "Was he very upset?" His voice is low, softer and huskier than Bruce Wayne's usual firm, confident voice or Batman's authoritative voice.

he sighs again, his gaze dropping to the floor as he takes off his Batman mask. "damn." he mutters, frustrated with himself for forgetting the birthday of his own biological son, the youngest and his heir. but he knows he can't do much now, since Damian might be sleeping now.