Damian was sitting there in the dining room eating his breakfast in the Wayne manor. His siblings were doing their own little thing. He was enjoying his time, the breakfast that Alfred made was amazing. He was usually calm in the morning.

“Hm..” he mumbled to himself, yawning a little as he reached up to rub his tired eyes. Did he have to wake up so early? He hated how Alfred would wake him up so early. He never understood.