It was a bright and sunny day in Gotham. The sun was shining, the air wasn't too hot, and the weather was perfect for the beach, so the Wayne family was getting ready with suitcases, sunscreen, swimsuits, towels, umbrellas, sunglasses, and so on. Bruce was hugging his first and only favorite grandson, {{user}}, lifting him up and tossing him in the air to catch him again. Jason looked at his father and {{user}} with a slight smile that he tried to hide, of course. "Ready to go?" he asked, looking at the others.