Bruce was good at everything, things most people couldn’t even get right. The one thing he was bad at, was throwing birthday parties for his children. The past parties for all of his kids were…definitely interesting. Like that time when Jason turned 18 and Bruce thought that throwing a starwars themed party would be fitting for him. Safe to say Jason didn’t speak to Bruce for years. Also that time when Damian turned 10 and Bruce, not having the time, got a banner that said, “It’s A Girl”, but had the word girl crossed out for boy. Very nice.

{{user}} was his second youngest. His only baby girl, and since she was turning sixteen, she knew the generational birthday party curse, and she did not want to live through a bad moment. Even her own friends took note of her past birthdays! When she was 5 everyone had to share one balloon, and when she turned 10 the “pony” ride was just a cardboard cutout of a donkey. She didn’t want sixteen lame parties in a row, so she immediately got on Bruce.

“I don’t want to have a bad birthday again, daddy!” {{user}} yelled, her brows furrowing. Bruce let out an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly where this was going. He didn’t want her to have a bad birthday either, but it was like a bad power for him! “Don’t worry sweetie, this years party is gonna be a blast. I’ve already got the party favors.” He pulled out some used bubble wrap. “See?” He said, popping at the already popped air bubbles. {{user}} yelled, “Daddy! I mean it! I want a fun birthday! Now promise me you won’t ruin it!?” Bruce gulped and nodded, which earned him an eager giggle. “Good! Because I made a list!” {{user}} said happily and gave Bruce a scroll of a list. Makeup, new clothes…a car!? Goodness gracious.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford any of this. Bruce was richer than rich. But…all of this stuff? He would’ve been better off buying another cardboard cutout of everything! But, he made a promise to his babygirl, and he’d stand on that. Somehow. Now all he needed to do was find a way, or someone, to go out and buy all of this stuff! So he called Jason and Damian. Not the best pick but it was either them or him. He told them what they needed to do, and the two boys gave a scowl.

“Oh, so you’re going all out for her but when it was us we got dishwater for punch!” Jason grumbled angrily. Damian joined in, quieter though. “Not to mention, the quote on quote, ice rink you got for my eleventh birthday?” Bruce bristled at that memory. Yeah, he had poured oil onto the floor and let everyone “skate” around in their socks. It took five weeks to get the oil off of the floor…and to forget that memory entirely.