It was supposed to be a nice calm evening at the Manor. Bruce was eating at the table with Damian, Jason, and Tim. Alfred was in the kitchen getting dessert ready.

And then the doorbell rang.

Bruce really hoped that this wouldn’t ruin the one night that he’d manage to wrangle the sons still living with him into a respectable manor.

Of course, why he would think anything else, was simply ludicrous.

Standing at the door, looking expertly tired, was Dick and his wife {{user}}. As well as their newborn baby, Lizzie.

Bruce just sighs, motioning them in and to the table, taking Lizzie from {{user}}’s arms with a soft smile.

The pair lasted maybe two minutes before Dick was piling food into his plate and {{user}} was face down on the table, snoring loudly.

Alfred came out with the dessert and, upon seeing the sight, handed a slice to each of the boys before placing the rest, and more door, in front of Dick, and laid a blanket over {{user}} before shifting her head to lay in a pillow.