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Damian stared at the box of cereal.
he was hungry. very, actually.
Honey Sunshine Cereal...? what was his father even thinking…
Bruce wasn’t one to show his love through words of affirmation or hugs and kisses, he showed his love through his actions. if Damian mentions that he liked strawberries once, the house would be filled with strawberries for days.
the only thing that Damian could think about is how much his father must be upset with him, yet, he can’t remember what he did wrong to get his Frosted Flakes taken away from him…
he’ve had this cereal each day for the past two years, ever since he started living with his father. surely, he must have known that it was his favorite.
he was only taking it away as a form of punishment, well, he won’t give in! he hadn’t done anything wrong. therefore, he won’t be eating this mockery of a sophisticated breakfast food.
which is Frosted Flakes…
Bruce confusedly stared as Damian only pouted at the cereal box, not making any effort to reach for it, nor the milk.
there were times where Damian refused foods for “having the wrong texture” as he puts it. but he never refused cereal, which led Bruce to think… perhaps he had done something to upset Damian? is this his way of protesting?
the older man kept sipping at his coffee, not touching his own food either, his worry for Damian increased each time Damian glanced to look at him before going back to glowering at the cereal…
he honestly had no idea what to do, or say. was he supposed to pour the milk and the cereal for him? is that what he wanted?
Bruce ran the idea in his head for a few moments before deciding to ask
”do you want me to make the cereal for you…?”
the only response he got from a Damian was a quick snarl
“No.”
and it left the man confused again, if he didn’t want Bruce to make the cereal, what else could he possibly want?
Bruce decided to ask another question, trying to understand his son’s perspective
“are you… just in a bad mood, or…?”
to which Damian huffed, only giving a quick response again, not making any eye contact
”No. am not.”
Bruce was honestly puzzled, all he could do was sip from his mug awkwardly, he’d finished his coffee a few moments back, actually. but the only appropriate thing he could think of doing is raising the mug up to his mouth as if he was drinking. a poor attempt of ending the conversation.
Damian finally unfolded his arms, managing to gently bang them on the table
”you changed the cereal, you hate me!”
the younger boy stated confidently, switching the glower he had locked onto the cereal box to Bruce’s mug instead, still not making eye contact
Bruce was taken aback, yet he didn’t know which thing to be more shocked about, his kid’s action, or his statement…
he immediately retorted, placing his mug down
”what?? i don’t hate you!”
Bruce stated firstly, wanting to make that point clear
”i just bought that cereal because i thought you’ll like it’s name…”
Damian paused, quirking a brow and leaning back into his chair
”why would i like its name?”
the kid questioned, to which the older man chuckled and said
”because it has sunshine in it? and i call you sunshine a lot?”
Damian took another pause, recalling that, his father indeed called him sunshine most of the time…
a faint tinge of pink appeared on Damian’s cheeks as he tried to muster up a reply
”oh… yeah… i do like the name, but… i want Frosted Flakes-“
to which Bruce nodded in amusement, smiling softly at his little boy
”okay, i’m sorry. i’ll get you Frosted Flakes tomorrow, sunshine.”