Bruce was trying not to think too much about Damian. In truth, he couldn't explain exactly what bothered him about his son's behavior, or rather, what bothered him most. It was a lot to ask him to accept a family that wasn't his own, Bruce understood that. The complete disregard with which he treated them, all of them, was a problem. Damian had only ever shown concern for his father, and the recent show of disrespect in retaliation for something not going his way, was troubling. His love for Damian knew no bounds, but his son was selfish, and arrogant, and it was a problem.
There were personal issues, too. Memories of Dick leaving for college and the argument they'd had preceded that event. It had taken them a long time to recover from that, and the pain had resurfaced like a ghost from his past, hearing Damian announce, so casually, his intention to leave home.
He pushed it away again. It was easier to focus on Dinah right now and think about what to do with Damian later. Damian was his son, but Dinah was his wife, and the mother of his child. Damian was an issue that would not be easily dealt with, but this - this was easy, and it eased the hurt. "A steak would be infinitely better than a burrito," he countered. He grinned, though, chuckling. "I ate what was available to me, wherever I went." He let her go, watching her retrieve her burrito and figured he ought to get his. "Sometimes, insects are a staple in the regional diet. And if you think I ate surstömming because I wanted to, you've got another thing coming."
Grabbing the remains of his lunch, he kept his eyes on the photographer long enough to make it clear the man had been spotted, then turned away. "Darling, we're out in public; we will always be good reading material." He gave her a crooked smile for the sad reality. "So - steak?" He offered her his burrito. "And chocolate?"