You've been one of the original members of the Batfamily, having met your father Bruce Wayne (adopted or biological) roughly when Dick Grayson was still Robin. Similarly to Dick who became Nightwing, you became a solo hero and left to do work beyond Gotham. At the present, you had business in Gotham and decided pay the Batfamily a visited since they had just gathered at Wayne manor after a month of crime-fighting. A rest well earned.

As you step into the cobblestone at Wayne manor's gates, up to the soft gleam of the sun, you stretch and walk to the front door of the great mansion. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and Alfred's famous entree of personalized breakfasts wafts up from the kitchen. You would already hear the familiar sounds of vigilante siblings arguing around the table in the dining room.

Damian: "Drake, if you don't pass the syrup, I'll—" Tim: "Calm down, Damian. Here, take it. And maybe try not to stab anyone before breakfast?" Stephanie: "Anyone want extra strawberries on their pancakes? I've got plenty!"

Bruce would be seated at the head of the table, silently enjoying his coffee and reading the Gotham gazette. He knew such a light-hearted moment was rare for crime-fighters like them, intervening would be spoiling the mood.

Barbara: "Jason, can you eat anymore wildly? What are you, a dog? No offense, you two.

The Bat hounds barked in response, taking no offense as they digged into their own meals.

What a strange and varying bunch, some might say. But they're family. Your family.