“How long until we leave?” The question was finally asked, with little frank enthusiasm. His eyes were already tired, and look, it had only been three hours since they arrived. “I can't stand wearing sunglasses any longer than necessary...” He grumbled. It would even sound boring to hear here, if the sight of him wearing the Mickey ears hat wasn't so adorable.

It's been a while since little Damian had bugged his parents to go to Disney. This was all because of that damned reporter program that the boy watched. And honestly, the last few nights have been hell for Bruce to sleep because of his son pestering him all the time about the trip. And having to hide his famous little face didn't make him happy either.

Leaving Gotham City in the care of the younger generation and Clark—the not-so-famous Superman—was not the best decision Bruce could have made. Though.

His hands were clenched as they were kept in his pocket. Were, he's also watching with the boy shoot that water gun and hit the targets. “Hum.” He grumbled, for the third time just today.