The Diary of Damian Wayne

Friday, June 19

I learned yesterday why Father was so upset with me. Last night, we were getting ready to leave for patrol, and I asked him why he was so upset with me. What follows is more or less how the dialogue went.
"Why am I so upset with you? You're asking me why I'm so upset with you?"
"Yes. Your anger seems unfounded. I merely wish to know why you feel the anger that you do."
"Unfounded?! You healed yourself with water from the Lazarus Pit that I didn't know you had, you snuck out of the house, and you blew up AN ENTIRE WAREHOUSE! I had no idea that you were healed, and thought you snuck out of the house with 137 stitches and four broken bones. The Meringio family meant to kill you a few days ago, and I have no doubt that that they still do. What if you had gotten captured again while still hurt? That would have just made their job easier! I. Am not. Watching you. Die. Again."

My one uncensored thought for the day is that I hadn't considered my actions from that point of view.

I told Father that I was sorry, and I behaved irresponsibly. He forgave me.  Unfortunately, I am still unable to ride horses for another 13 days. Father said he was going to let that punishment stick, in hopes that I could be more truthful about my medical conditions.
We are no longer mad at each other.

I have written in this journal for one week now, and I can tell that my writing has improved. The words flow easier.

The Wayne Family Summer Gala is almost here. In two weeks, on July 3, Father and I will host our annual summer ball at Wayne Manor. This will be my third one.
We invite the members of the board of Wayne Enterprises, benefactors, and many of the Gotham socialites. Somehow or another, many of the country's famous residents end up at our galas too. Last year, Clint Eastwood punched Tom Cruise, who fell into our swimming pool. Incidentally, that was also the same year that a drunk Sean Connery pitched Stephen King out one of our windows and into the shrubbery.
The Wayne Family Summer Galas are known to be wild events. The finest liquor, coupled with arrogant, rich snobs lead to an eventful evening.
We usually lock up the valuables on the day of the gala.
The invitations have already been sent, but others will always show up. For example, none of the above stars listed were invited. Many just show up, or are brought by friends who were invited.
Setting up for the gala is always an intense, days long process that involves dragging the tables down from the attic, setting everything up, hiring the catering company, etc.

At least Jonathan Kent will be able to come. Father usually invites Clark Kent to come to our parties, since Jonathan and I are friends now. His disguise works well, since Clark can pretend to be a newspaper journalist covering the party, whilst his son and I can have company together.

I must go and practice my sword for a while.
That is all.
Damian Wayne