[ It’s easy to see the judgement on Damian’s face, but since Damian’s not going to say anything, neither will Jason. Quite honestly, he’s glad that Talia brought him here—a week ago, his safehouse was half of an abandoned warehouse with zero plumbing and a hot plate to act as a kitchen. And the one before that was only marginally better, giving him an actual toilet and not much else. He wasn’t a Bat—Jason was on a budget and made do when he could.
This place might seem small to the kid, but to Jason it was almost like paradise.
The tiny growl makes Jason want to smile (because its cute, its actually really cute) but he refrains, if only for Damian's tiny pride. Don't want to rock the boat; after all, he just met the kid. ]
--Well, I am. I was gonna make somethin’ when you came over—you like grilled cheese sandwiches?
[ What if the kid was lactose intolerant or something? He would know that, right? And tell Jay? Shit, this parenting thing was hard when no one gave you any kind of warning or any tips or tricks or even let you know dietary needs. ]
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This place might seem small to the kid, but to Jason it was almost like paradise.
The tiny growl makes Jason want to smile (because its cute, its actually really cute) but he refrains, if only for Damian's tiny pride. Don't want to rock the boat; after all, he just met the kid. ]
--Well, I am. I was gonna make somethin’ when you came over—you like grilled cheese sandwiches?
[ What if the kid was lactose intolerant or something? He would know that, right? And tell Jay? Shit, this parenting thing was hard when no one gave you any kind of warning or any tips or tricks or even let you know dietary needs. ]