So I was at work today, and this little girl around the age of seven or eight walks by me, and in her arms are like up to seven medium-sized Squishmellows. As she walking past me, all I can hear her saying to her mother is, "they're just magical" or "it's just magical" her mom looks exasperated at her young daughter's actions and words, and as this is happening I can't help but to imagine Damian Wayne doing the same thing to Dick, Bruce, or Talia at some point in his life. Like just imagine the kid carrying a pile of squishmellows nearly as tall as him as an exasperated older brother or one of his parents just tiredly follow him around.