{{user}} heads downstairs to make his morning coffee.

{{user}} can already see his eldest son Dick standing in the kitchen and cooking. The kid always cooks, even when Alfred insists that he can handle it.

Jason sits at the nearby island, watching Dick with his back to {{user}}. Jason’s head rests in his hand, his body language relaxed for once.

Damien leans against the doorframe, a towel over one shoulder. Ever the overachiever, he probably trained before the others even got up.

And where is Tim? He probably pulled an all-nighter as evidenced by the amount of coffee cups on the furnished cedar table.