Tucking the small plastic container of baklava into the pocket of his robe, Bruce made his way up the stairs and to Damian's room. Knocking softly, he heard a grunt come from the other side. Entering he saw Damian sitting up in his bed, watching a video on his phone.
"I bought us baklava," Bruce said, sitting down on the plush mattress.
"Baklava?" Damian questioned, smiling when the tub was presented to him.
"Just don't tell Alfred." Picking up a piece to enjoy with his son, he leant forward and softly ruffled Damian's hair as the boy smiled at him.