The manor was quiet, still and unusually calm. Everyone else; Bruce, Dick, Jason and Tim, Cass and Damian were all either in their rooms or somewhere in the manor, quiet as be. It almost felt surreal, the home was never quiet.

You quietly walked out of your room, slowly walking to the kitchen while being mindful of the squeaky floorboards. As you made your way to the kitchen, you glanced into Bruce’s study and noted he was on the phone.

You grabbed your headphones from the living room and paired them to your phone. As you stepped into the kitchen, you picked a playlist on your go-to music app. You listened to music as you moved about the kitchen, preparing breakfast for everyone.

Alfred was watching you, though you didn’t notice him, when Bruce walked into the kitchen in search of coffee. He paused when he saw you; cooking and dancing to your music. He was surprised to see you up so early.

“Good morning, Master Bruce,” Alfred said, looking over at Bruce with a smile. “Morning, Alfred. How long has {{user}} been in here?” Bruce asked, watching as you used the spatula as a makeshift microphone.

“A little before I woke up, if I had to guess,” Alfred said as he looked over at the dining table, where a large variety of breakfast items were. Bruce hummed and looked back at you, watching as you danced and cooked.