Bruce stared at the pumpkin silently, eyes a bit squinted. He’d started cutting without much of a plan. In hindsight, that... wasn’t a great idea. Every attempt to ‘fix’ his mistakes afterwards somehow made it worse. He couldn’t help a smile as he shook his head. It was ugly, but he’d had fun.

He definitely wasn’t winning this contest, though he never really expected to. He leaned on the counter as he looked to his kids, all carving their own pumpkins. They had... varying skills. In his eyes, Tim was doing one of the best -- very methodical.

Of course, he had no doubt that if Alfred had chosen to participate, he would’ve certainly won. Maybe that’s why he didn’t. He wasn’t much of a showoff. Even though the man could do damn near everything. He gave a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he shifted to help Damian scrape the seeds out of the pumpkin.