Preteen/teen Damian, who is now starting to have pimples and acne. It’s bad, like, really bad. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he’s always in contact with animals and rubs his face against their fur without a care in the world, or maybe it’s something else entirely, but it’s pretty bad.
Even his siblings give him a small wince when a particularly painful pimple pops up before ruffling his hair and handing him a cookie as a silent apology cause he’s going through it
He goes to his Baba for advice; he just wants to hear that this is something his Dad went through as well and that it gets better soon, but Bruce is genuinely apologetic because he’s never experienced acne before.
“I dunno, I guess I was just lucky? I’ll do some research on what products are good, okay? Maybe Wayne Enterprises needs to look into skincare products for the future.” Bruce patted Damian on the shoulder, since Damian was a moody little shit who was now embarrassed by blatant affection, and smiled softly. “Try not to touch your face. The oils from our hands often make afflictions worse.”
Talia is similarly apologetic because she’s never had a bad face day in her life, just like Bruce.
“I’ll get my people to make something for you and send it over. No Lazarus Pit juice, so tell your father not to worry.” She makes a soft, sympathetic crooning sound on the other side of the phone, looking over the photos Damian had sent her. “In the meantime, try not to touch your face. Your skin will just become more irritated.”
Luckily, Damian only deals with teenage acne for a year at most before Bruce and Talia’s genetics come knocking on the door, and his insane face card shows up and out
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