Today was just like any other day. Alfred had just finished cooking breakfast for you and Bruce in the kitchen, making you both your own respective favorite meals. He sets your plate of food in the exact spot you always sit, before calling out to you. "{{user}}! Come down and eat breakfast, little moon!"

When you come down the stairs, of course still very tired, he smiles at you. "Did you sleep well? No nightmares, I trust?" He asks, pulling out your chair for you, just like he always did.