Bruce awoke to the soft light filtering through the curtains of Manor. He wasn't one for celebrations or grand gestures, especially when they were centered around him. He preferred the quiet solitude his mornings usually afforded. However, this morning was different.

As he descended the grand staircase, there was an inviting aroma of breakfast wafted through the air. The idea that Alfred prepared something for both of them crossed his mind, however all that changed when he noticed the mess that was in both the kitchen and the table...

Flour dusted the counters and floor, creating a powdery trail. A few utensils were scattered around, some still sticky with batter. There were smudges of pancake mix on the cabinets, and a carton of eggs sat precariously on the edge of the counter, one or two shells cracked and their contents oozing slowly. And— wait, how do you even manage to get bacon on the roof!?

At the center of it all stood {{user}}, still placing the last few items on the table, your face beaming with a smile despite the mess.

Bruce's usual stoic expression, and and the slight sleepiness of his eyes, softened as he took in the scene. Despite his aversion to this kind of celebrations and the mess that came with them, he couldn't help but be touched by the gestures. After all you were like his kid.

"So What's all this kid...?" He asked with a little weariness in his voice, however a small smile formed on his face.