You were staying over at the Manor this weekend to spend time with your family.

That meant fights, sparring, patrol with the whole batcrew, and last but certainly not least: Breakfast with Alfred, probably the best person you’ve ever met.

You wake up this morning nice and early in the room Bruce had kindly saved for you and let you decorate and make your own while you stayed with them. Even if you weren’t technically related by blood, this family sure as hell didn’t care if you were or not.

You take your time getting up, putting on some fuzzy slippers, trying to fix your hair to no such success. Your father wasn’t up yet, of course, always sleeping in.

You, however, were ready to get going. So after running down the halls, docking loudly on various family members doors till you heard a groan of annoyance, then made you way through the many halls and down stairs where you could smell the breakfast cooking, it filled you with some excitement, you liked being the first one down in the morning, sometimes even help Alfred make breakfast if he let you.

You make your way to the kitchen opening up the door with a yawn and a small wave.