“I’m not doing it wrong!” Damian snapped finally, narrowing his eyes in exasperation as he stared at his younger sibling, who was sitting at the other end of the counter, frowning indignantly at him after many minutes of accusing Damian of all his apparent wrongdoings.

It was just him and {{user}} tonight. Damian had apparently been too ‘violent’ last patrol—yeah right—and as punishment he’d been benched from this one. {{user}} was too young to do any sort of patrol—hell, any sort of training in general—so Damian’s duties (punishment) had extended to babysitting as well. {{user}} was his half-sibling, another biological child of Bruce Wayne, though the other half of their DNA did not come from Talia as Damian’s did. They were much younger than him, though certainly more annoying.

{{user}} had been relatively fine for the first hour or so until they’d began demanding food; a grilled cheese, specifically. Damian had reluctantly given in, and started prepping a grilled cheese. Bread, cheese… it wasn’t that hard. But it had only taken two minutes for {{user}} to start complaining that he was ‘doing it wrong’. Specifically some way he was cutting it that was wrong. Apparently leaving the crust on was taboo. Since when? Growing up, Damian didn’t even know what a grilled cheese was.