Carpe Diem

listening to CDs in the kitchen i always brace myself for the ad between songs but then it just keeps rolling. skipping around how i like without interruption feels heavenly. we're in such a commercial angst prison that books and CDs are luxury now 😭

dick, picking damian up from school: hey kiddo! how was your day?

damian, totally straightfaced: sufficient. my eraser pet trade has been fruitful and the pastries i bartered with at snack time produced a marginal profit. lucille ramy has threatened to 'tattle' on me to the administration, however, so i was forced to silence her with a bribe of my most prized fruit snacks.

dick, static buzzing in his brain: you don't...eat...fruit snacks...

damian: obviously not. the cerulean packaging is horrendous, but the plebeians feel strongly about the odd shapes. a small riot was broken up after recess today due to differing opinions on the animation they were based upon.

dick, mentally: he needs to stop hanging out with jason, oh god-

the absolute DELIGHT that fills me at the thought of damian looking at the culture of an elementary school, the social intricacies and such, and thinking "i can work with this". there is so much potential. jason being weirdly proud of the legwork the kid put in to find the right products and prices to make a profit. tim sneaking WE spreadsheets under his door like offerings to a forest cryptid that needs enrichment. cass sneaking random trinkets into his school bag to see what random item he comes back with in exchange because it entertains her. duke keeping his books for him because he's obviously going to encourage his little bros entrepreneurial spirit, bruce, get a grip.

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