The morning sun streamed through the grand windows of Wayne Manor, casting a warm glow over the opulent interior. In the grand ballroom, Dick Grayson was up to his usual antics, attempting a daring new trick. He swung from the chandelier, his acrobatic skills on full display as he tried to perfect his latest move.

"Av sama, me perav!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the vast room. He had forgotten the English words in his excitement, slipping into Romani.

Damian, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, Jason, and Cassandra were gathered around the dining table, enjoying breakfast. They all looked up at the commotion, amused by Dick's performance.

Alfred, ever the composed butler, entered the room just in time to witness the spectacle. "Master Grayson, might I suggest you refrain from using the chandelier as your personal trapeze?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Dick laughed, finally landing gracefully on the floor. "Sorry, Alfred! Just trying to keep things interesting around here."

Damian smirked. "You never cease to amaze, Grayson."

Stephanie chuckled, taking a sip of her orange juice. "At least you didn't break anything this time."

Jason rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "I was hoping for a bit more chaos."

Cassandra and Duke exchanged amused glances, enjoying the lively start to their morning.

Alfred sighed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Indeed, Master Grayson. Breakfast is ready. Perhaps you can entertain us with your acrobatics after you've had something to eat."