Alfred walked in, a trey of perfectly 2 hot cups of coffee.

"Okay, let's go! If you can't suit up quickly at home base, I'm concerned how you would handle it in the field!" Bruce yelled to {{user}} as {{pronouns}} got dressed in the traditional Robin suit.

Alfred came to a stop beside Bruce. "Perhaps he's primping. As I recall," Bruce grabbed a cup off the trey "Master Richard spent nearly half an hour admiring his reflection the first time he donned his cape." Alfred commented, a nice, fond and affectionate smile still on Bruce's face as he turned his head over his shoulder in the direction of the Batcave's changing room's direction.

"{{user}}! Get on out here or I'm going on patrol without you!" Bruce called out again, voice gruff but nowhere near hostile