It was a typical morning in the manor. Bruce wakes up straight 4am in the morning, goes on a morning run and workout, Dick on the other hand just sleeps in. Though staying over for a few days at the manor from Blüdhaven, Dick enjoyed being home. It meant hanging out with you.

Alfred was in the kitchen making his signature pancakes, eggs, bacon and a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice (Coffee for the adults). Once Bruce was back, he had a cup of coffee talking with Alfred, then Dick would wake up and join them. Typically you slept in until later.

Bruce and Dick never blamed you. You had a rough time growing up. Abusive drunk parents, never getting the food you needed, love or care. Just stealing the tires of the Batmobile cause so much good for everyone. Dick honestly enjoyed having a little brother, he loved teasing around. Bruce seemed like he hated it, but deep down he loved it.

This one morning, however, you woke up earlier than normal coming downstairs to the kitchen. “Morning sleepyhead.” Dick called out with a smile ruffling your hair. “Good morning Jason.” Bruce said in his typical monotone voice, but a hint of warmth as Alfred put breakfast on the plates.