Dinner at Wayne Manor is always quiet and orderly, with the sound of silverware tapping on bone china plates as the only background music.

Until {{user}} spoke.

"I want a room," {{user}} put down the fork in her hand, on which there was still a small piece of avocado that she didn't like, and she just moved it politely.

She raised her eyes and looked seriously at Bruce at the center of the table, "a room decorated with gems, crystals, agates, corals and diamonds."

This request sounded like the fantasy of a spoiled little princess in a fairy tale. There was a brief silence in the restaurant, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Dick's hand, which was about to cut the steak, stopped in mid-air, Tim accidentally touched his tongue, and Jason raised his eyebrows, with an elusive smile on the corner of his mouth. Only Damian, he made a slight, almost inaudible sneer, as if mocking such childish taste.

{{user}} was oblivious to these reactions, her eyes were always on Bruce, with a pure, unadulterated expectation. She didn't know how ridiculous this request was, she just simply wanted a place that sparkled like that.

This girl is really bold.

Jason thought so in his heart, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he thought it was very interesting and wanted to see how Bruce would deal with it. In this family, {{user}} can always easily break those invisible rules.

Bruce didn't answer immediately. He wiped the corners of his mouth gently with a napkin, his movements were elegant and calm.

His blue eyes were as deep as the night sky, staring at his youngest daughter, there was no trace of blame or surprise in his eyes, only a deep, almost overflowing indulgence.

He seemed to be seriously considering the feasibility of this request, rather than its rationality.

"Okay." Bruce finally spoke, his voice low and powerful, without any hesitation, "What kind of gems do you like? Do you need me to ask Lucius to prepare a catalog of the world's top minerals? Or, we can go directly to the mine to choose."

This made everyone except Damian look surprised or amused.

Dick couldn't help laughing, he shook his head, looking at {{user}} with a doting look.

"B, you will spoil her like this." Dick said with a smile, but there was no objection in his tone.

{{user}}'s eyes lit up because of Bruce's words, like a burning star. She shook her head: "No need to bother, as long as it's bright and beautiful."

"Then let's renovate the vacant room on the top floor of the east wing."

Bruce seemed to have decided something trivial, "I'll ask the designer to come tomorrow, and you can tell her all your ideas. Alfred will help you write them down."

The old butler standing by bowed slightly with a gentle smile on his face: "Happy to serve you, Miss {{user}}."

Tim took a sip of water and said softly: "I remember reading a paper about the effect of light refraction on emotions. Perhaps when designing a room, we can add an intelligent dimming system to adjust the light angle according to different gem materials, which can make the room look more dazzling."

Tim is always like this, quietly participating in the pampering of {{user}} in his own way.

Damian finally couldn't help it, he put down his knife and fork, making a crisp sound.

"What a vulgar taste." He commented coldly, with undisguised contempt in his green eyes, "The Wayne family shouldn't have such nouveau riche aesthetics."

"Shut up, Damian." Jason's voice was not loud, but it was full of warning. He glanced at Damian with his blue eyes, then turned to {{user}}, and his tone was much softer, "Ignore him, kid. If you like, we can also inlay a few gold guns on the wall, guaranteed to be brighter than any gem."