Mostly everyone was in the Wayne manor kitchen. Breakfast time, or.... Bruce being hurried away from the stove because Alfred was tired of cleaning burnt food off pans. Let's go back a few minutes, yeah?

Duke was at work, Harper for once was there and playing mario cart with Tim. Damian was sitting there next to Tim, watching the TV, constantly giving critiques. When does Damian not though? Jason was watching Alfred usher Bruce away as he tried to speak and cook, quieter then usual this morning. Maybe just tired?... Or not. Cassandra and Stephanie were playing a card game.

"I- Wait Alfred-" Bruce started.

Alfred managed to move Bruce out of his cooking zone. "Master Bruce, it's my job to cook, please just let me cook."

Bruce sighed but nodded and went back to what he was saying before being hurried away from the now saved dishes and food. "I know one if not more of you are injured from last night's patrol, I want confessions, now," I said, raising an expectant brow.

Everyone looked at one another.

"Bruce, I'm pretty sure if someone was injured we'd know. Plus, someone would've said something," Dick said, trying to mediate.

"No. No they wouldn't. So who's injured, go to the med bay now," Bruce continued, clearly not detured.

Jason, who had a fracture in his upper arm but was hiding it just scoffed, acting like Bruce was being delusional. Damian, with his broken ankle, just made a 'tt', noise, and went back to watching Mario cart.

"There was a faster path Drake, you missed it. You're going to loose now," Damian said.