“The water's dirtier than a rat's nest,” Damian mutters with a scowl, his arms crossed firmly over his chest.

You've been desperate to get him to come with you on the water slide but he refuses to get wet, insisting that the water is too filthy for him to even consider.

His fingers absently tap the railing as he takes in the view of the water slide from a safe distance. "I'm not stepping foot in that water.”