Damian, sick, 9 years old, an undiagnosed autistic:
Alfred: *sets down a bowl of porridge*
Damian: *looks at the warm sludge* what is that...
Alfred: porridge, master damian.
Damian: i probably wont like it, pennworth i-
Alfred shoves the spoon into damians mouth
Damian: ...
(It soon became damians go too food, breakfast lunch and dinner, for the next month until he got sick of it and moved to hyperfixate on paw patrol)













