Damian: You are the worst vacation-taker in the world!
Damian: *stomps up the stairs, goes to his bedroom, and slams the door shut*
Alfred: *sighs, shakes his head, and walks away*
So your father left a realistic blow-up version of himself inside the tent then went off-planet to respond to a Justice League S.O.S. while you roasted marshmallows and waited six hours for him to come out and regale you with stories of his early vigilante days by a campfire…
He still loves you, kid.