“PINEAPPLE IS UNACCEPTABLE.”
“…that pizza was for everybody…”
“N-No Dami don’t s-“
The smaller boy slammed his foot down on the upturned crust; screwing the toe of the boot into the carpet and frowning up at Dick.
Tears began to gather at the corners of the older vigilante’s eyes as he attempted to take a step back and away from the horrific scene.
Damian reached out and clutched onto his wrist. “No. You watch.” The boy smeared the pineapples and tomato sauce on the carpet, “Look what you made me do, Grayson.” He kick mushed pieces of dough and pepperoni onto Nightwing’s feet and sneered.
“Damian!” Dick cried and jerked his arm back. “Why!?” He thought of the extra 45 minutes he’d have to wait for a new pizza. The excitement he got from the doorbell ringing. The gloriously fruity and cheesy combination that he had looked forward to sharing with his new little brother… “Why?!”
Robin looked up and sneered. “Keep crying, Grayson.” In one swift tug, he forced the older man to stumble into the warm, squished mess himself. Dick wailed and pranced his feet into the air; desperately trying to run away.
“You monster!” He hissed. “That pizza was for everybody!”