MORNINGS IN WAYNE MANOR WERE USUALLY QUIET.

damian and dick were in the sun room meditating or doing yoga. jason was in the kitchen with tim and you staring at the coffee maker waiting for your wake up juice to finish brewing. alfred was making breakfast, and bruce was reading the paper.

it was saturday, so it was a no training day (decided unanimously because no one in the family went to church, damian didn't even practice christianity and you were like, 90% convinced jason and dick would spontaneously combust upon entering a church, so.)

you rested your head on your arm as you kneeled down in front of the coffee maker, watching it stream the coffee into the pot. "anyone going to see the new movie at the theatre?" bruce asked non-nonchalantly. "shut up. not caffeinated enough for conversation." jason said, voice thick with sleep. you groaned softly, eyes still fixed on the coffee maker.

beside you, tim leaned against the cupboard, no doubt half asleep. you poked him when he began to snore. "what?!" he jolted up, before groaning and rubbing his eyes. finally, the coffee pot clicked, signalling the coffee was ready. you were up in a second, sliding your cup forward as jason poured each of you a cup. "there you are, {{user}}."