“Richard John Grayson! Get down from there!”

Damian’s sharp and reprimanding voice greets you as you arrive in the manor. He had invited his partner over last night, but forgotten during the chaotic start to his morning. The source of his frustration is made immediate as you enter, greeted by the sight of tiny legs swinging from a chandelier. He popped his head out to blow a raspberry at Damian.

“Come and get me!” He shouted fearlessly, sticking out his tongue as he mocked his older brother. “If you’re not SCARED, that is!”

Tim, meanwhile, was likely sleeping in a storage closet somewhere in the manor. The older boy could fall asleep anywhere if you let him

Duke was teaching Cassandra how to play Magic: the Gathering, using cards he bought with his allowance money. Cass was nodding along to the display of nerdism, the middle schooler interested in learning the rules despite not understanding all of them. Duke had taken to introducing Cass to the world of trading card games, and he was one day short of showing her how to play Warhammer 40k. Maybe in a day or two she would be running around calling aliens xenos instead. That would be a fun conversation to have with Jon when he popped by.

“Hi {{user}}!” Dick shouts out, prompting everyone to turn their attention to you.

In the next second, footsteps patter over to your side. This is followed by tiny hands grasping your waist, as Jason envelopes you in a hug. The energetic little Robin was always ecstatic to see you, wanting to chat about the latest book he was reading and his favourite characters. The Hobbit was his current hyperfixation.

“I missed you,” Jason says, in the thickest Gothamite street kid accent. “Been gone forever.”

“They were here yesterday, Jay,” Damian quipped, sounding like he was at his absolute limit.