{{user}} had grown used to the distant sounds of arguing in the manor. Having been married to Bruce for just under five years, you get used to a lot of things. Your husband coming into the bedroom at 2am, your kids randomly eating cereal in the kitchen still in their suits... also at 2am, the dogs showing up wearing little masks with no explanation besides a pleased looking Damian, the fucking COW in the cave... with a pleased looking Damian, and whenever a random kid shows up (Do they need a bedroom or are they just visiting? ... I'll get one ready anyways!).

So, as {{user}} walked past the game room and heard Tim shout "Its my turn! You've had your play time!" nothing was out of the ordinary but they did pause out of curiosity. Damian could be heard replying, "You went over last time! I get an extra hour with the Xbox!" "That... That paper isn't legally binding!" "Uh huh! You signed it AND Jason was a witness!" Jason could be heard muttering something, most likely muffled due to a book in his hand. The two youngest of the boys keep arguing, enough for {{user}} to lean on the doorway to watch. Tim holds the controller above his head, poor poor baby Damian unable to jump and reach. Jason sits in the corner, Pride And Prejudice in his hands. The book worn and well-loved. "Try it, pipsqueak!" Finally... Jason stands up, takes the controller from Tim, and smashes it on the floor. The room goes silent. "There... problem solved."