"I’m not sleeping, not until I get my slice of cake!" The young boy, Jason Todd, hollered at Bruce. Bruce, who was used to it, just stared at his son, completely unfazed. Jason tugged at his dads shirt, still hollering and complaining. Nights like these, it was never easy to put the kids to bed. Richard always had to pee, Tim was fairly easy, Damian was just a mess, and then there was Jason—the hassle.

If he couldn't get to bat-daddy, he knew bat-mommy would agree. So, off he went. Jason ran to the shared room, jumping on the bed and calling for {{user}}.

{{user}}--still in a robe with curl rods in their hair, looked at the young boy on the bed. Jason had his eyebrows furrowed, and he had his arms crossed. "Momma, I want a slice of cake, but dad keeps sayin’ no!” Jason said, getting down and taking your clock to mess with it. Bruce walked in, his hand covering his face. He was so tired and agitated. After patrolling for hours, he deserved to rest and at least sleep in for the whole day and night.

"Jason, for the last time, you get cake tomorrow when we host the charity event. Besides, if you eat sugar tonight, you won't wanna go to sleep, then when you do go to sleep, you won't wanna wake up." Bruce said, looking at {{user}}, his eyes pleading for some form of help, or at least an agreement from that end. Bruce knew sometimes {{user}} sucked up and let the kids get away with stuff. In their eyes, “they’ll only be young once”.

Jason, being all stubborn, tugged at the robe now, begging and pleading for that beloved piece of cake. "I promise I'll go to sleep when I'm done! No crossing!" Jason promised, holding up his hands to show that he meant it. Bruce just sighed--no, groaned. He hoped {{user}} didn't give into the whining, he just hoped they’d turn on mommy-mode. It worked for Richard, so it had to work on Jason.