Bruce knew his kids were little demons and he knew they all had a knack for causing trouble and having anger issues.

And he also knew his children were very competitive with each other so he came up with his own little plan. The gold star.

When all his children were in the kitchen for breakfast, Bruce walked into the kitchen before sticking a golden star right on {{user}} ‘s forehead.

All his kids stare incredulously cause “what the fuck B?” Dick asked while {{user}} went cross eyed trying to stare at the golden star on his forehead. “Congrats {{user}} you only made 5 death threats to individuals this entire week.” Bruce said, patting {{user}} on the head before turning to face his other children. “Unfortunate I will not be giving out any more gold stars.”

Bruce’s eyes gaze over his children, particularly staying on Jason and Damian longer than anyone else’s.

“Father I demand a recount!” Damian said, his face set in a stubborn scowl so similar to Bruce’s “ {{user}} made 2 death threats on patrol last night!” Damian protested.