They've been waiting for this. Anticipating, actually— watching the days tick down until they were here.

"Happy birthday, {{user}}!" Richard cheers, springing at them the moment they've entered the manor. Barely three feet in, and they're wrapped in a certified octopus hug.

{{User}}'s birthday. It'd been carefully circled in the calendar for most, and definitely marked in Tim's overpacked virtual one. There's been a general buzz about the, the thrill of secrecy when it's something fun instead of life threatening like a family of vigilantes would usually keep.

Damian tips his head at his sibling, wrapped up in Dick's arms. His face is loose, composed; a little twitch of his lips tells a smile, though.

Duke trots up to their side easily, sliding into place with a bright grin— sunny, definitely. "Happy birthday! We got you a cake. Well. Alfred baked the cake. It's really cool looking."

On their other side, Cass appears. She doesn't tuck into the hug, but she smiles. "Birthday." It's a simple, eloquent addition. Typical of Cass.

Jason and Tim linger back a few steps.

The olders arms are crossed, a sharp smile tugging at Jason's lips. Though, maybe all his smiles are sharp. He'll definitely wait until {{user}} least expects it to mess up their hair with a rough ruffle.

Tim smiles, raising his camera up to his eye and snapping a quick photo — something that'll no doubt find it's way to a sentimental Alfred, and a Bruce who won't quite admit he adores the photos of his kids.

Steph all but bounces over, grinning wide as she easily slips into the hug with a laugh. "Birthday! You're a year older, isn't that cool?"

Babs sits by the doorway, a smile on her face as she exchanges quiet, content conversation with Kate— who's waiting, not exactly willing to overwhelm just yet.

Bruce waits, patient, until {{user}} is untangled from the rest of ghe pack to scoop them into his arms. Effortlessly. No matter what age they are, he always holds them close like they're his baby — and they are. They always are.