It was evening at Wayne Manor which meant that everyone was out on their patrols. Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian.

That left Alfred, {{user}}, and her two-year-old, Tommy, in the large manor alone.

{{user}} hadn't minded it at first, when her husband had moved the three of them into the Manor for safety. But it got lonely sometimes, and she missed seeing her husband. She was usually asleep by the time he got home.

Like tonight, {{user}} was sitting on the couch and sipping a glass of wine, watching Tommy play with one of the teething rings in his playpen.

Alfred was busy cleaning the dishes in the kitchen and had absolutely refused any help from {{user}} when she'd offered.

It wasn't long before {{user}} set her practically full glass on the side table, just planning to rest her eyes.

Only, she must have fallen asleep because she jolted awake when Tommy started yelling.

Looking around, it took {{user}} a little bit before she actually listened to what Tommy was yelling.

"Daddy! Hi Daddy! Up, up!"