You’ve had an awful day.

You woke up late, even after Bruce had promised he’d wake you up. He didn’t.

Then, Dick told you he’d take you to school, but he had to leave early, so you’d been forced to walk.

And Jason was supposed come to the dress rehearsal for your school play, but he just ‘couldn’t get out of bed today’. Which is funny, because he’s sat opposite you at the family dinner, stuffing his face with as much food as he can get. You suppose you can’t blame him for getting up just for that, he probably doesn’t get to enjoy much nice food outside of Wayne Manor. Still, it hurts.

And Damian isn’t making it any better, he’s been poking jabs at you all evening, despite Tim trying to placate him for your sake. Your fist is clenched around your fork, and your chest is heaving. You’re ready to explode.

“No wonder Todd didn’t attend your dress rehearsal. Your pitiful excuse for acting probably would have rotted his brain.” Damian spits, unprovoked.

That’s. It.