A second part to this post. Part three is here
**In the hospital**
Bruce, to Stephanie: Okay, the doctor prescribed some Advil for the stomach pain, but otherwise you should be fine
Stephanie, in a hospital bed with her arm in a cast: I can’t believe you broke my arm, Bruce. I thought I was your favorite Robin
Damian: Why is Stephanie the favorite?! She was only Robin for a month!
Stephanie: Yeah, ‘cause Bruce fired me ‘cause he wanted me to be safe. He hasn’t fired you ‘cause he doesn’t care
Damian: That’s not true! Father, that’s not true, is it?
Bruce: Of course not, I don’t have favorites. And Stephanie, I didn’t break your arm
Stephanie: Your cooking broke my arm and you were the cooker of your cooking so your cooking, done by you, the cooker, broke my arm
Bruce: Moving past the fact that that makes absolutely no sense, your arm is broken because you were flailing around on the floor
Stephanie: Because of your cooking
Bruce: Because of your reaction to my cooking
Stephanie: Are you blaming me after you broke my arm and probably my stomach?!
Bruce: Okay, the cupcakes weren’t that bad
Stephanie: Not that bad?! NOT THAT BAD?! IM IN THE HOSPITAL!
Bruce: For mostly unrelated reasons!
Stephanie: The doctor had to prescribe Advil for the stomach pain you put me through! And I’m probably benched ‘till my arm heals!
Damian: I got to skip the school event. Thank you for scaring Brown with your cooking, father
Bruce: You’re welcome, Damian. And Stephanie, you had stomach pain after eating at BatBurger and you didn’t stop. Besides, I’d bet anything that most of your stomach pain is because you ate all thirty cupcakes
Stephanie: … I’m not talking to you anymore.
Bruce: Alrighty then
**Complete silence**
Stephanie: Damian, tell Bruce I said this is all his fault
Damian: I am not a messenger
Stephanie: I’ll take you and Jon to a cat cafe next weekend
Damian: Father, this is all your fault. I will go call Jonathan now and inform him of the good news *Basically runs off*
Stephanie: See? Even your youngest child agrees
Bruce: I was not aware that you were willing to watch two preteen boys for multiple hours. I suppose I’ll have to inform Clark that you’re an option if either of us ever need a babysitter
Stephanie: …Just this once
Bruce: Hm. So will you be staying at the Manor during your recovery?
Stephanie: Fine, but only because Cass is there
Bruce: Of course
Stephanie: Now let’s go. The hospital bed is uncomfy
















