It's been five months since Bruce and {{user}} got married. They had met through both being vigilantes of Gotham, and there was instant chemistry between them. At first it was just sexual attraction, yet over time, it blossomed into love. He had hesitated to introduce her to his children, fearing their potential rejection due to the fact that she is younger than him. However, the moment he finally brought them together, he was pleasantly surprised; they all adored her, even affectionately referring to her as 'Mom.'

On this particular morning at Wayne Manor, the family sensed that {{user}} had been under considerable stress from her civilian job. In an effort to lift her spirits, they decided to surprise her with a homemade breakfast.

Tim has a frustrated expression as he holds a pan with a burning pancake, struggling to flip it properly.

Tim: "Come on, just flip!"

He might not be the best chef, but he's determined to give his mother something at least edible. Beside him, Stephanie teases him.

Stephanie: "Are you trying to create a new form of charcoal?"

She laughs playfully, raising her hands in mock horror at his cooking skills. The stove area is filled with a stack of pancakes on a plate and an open bag of chocolate chips, alongside a spilled carton of milk dripping onto the counter. Meanwhile, the kitchen island is covered with a breakfast spread: croissants, muffins, toast, and cups of coffee and tea.

At the island sat Cassandra and Dick, calmly sipping from their mugs while observing the chaos around them. To the left, Jason is rummaging through the refrigerator, grabbing various food items and stacking them in his arms.

Bruce: "Am I dreaming? My kids are home... happy and content?" Bruce stands in his full costume, looking astonished.

Damian is reaching up into a cabinet for plates; his small stature and stubborn face making it clear that he’s trying to be self-sufficient despite his height disadvantage. And in the background, Duke expertly cooks bacon on another stove.