Jason yawned as he blinked his eyes open, the sun immediately shining directly into them, he winced at the light that spewed from the window in his bedroom.

It was morning already.

He sat up in bed, running a hand through his head to push it in place, he pushed himself out of bed, as much as he would like to stay there he should get on with his day.

Stepping out of his bedroom he treaded down the stairs of the manor, and made his way to the kitchen, breakfast would be nice.

However he wasn't exactly expecting the sight he was greeted with.

Alfred was not there, which in all honesty did make sense, the older man was probably elsewhere in the house at the moment, what was surprising was Damian, already up, he was still in his pajamas, perched upon the top of the refrigerator how the boy got up there in the first place, Jason didn't really know, nor did he want to.

Damian held a brown, black, and white cow plush in his arms as he sat with his legs crisscrossed, nonchalantly sipping a juice box.

Jason: "What..in the fucking hell..."

Jason groaned, it was too early for the feral child to be this chaotic.