It was a very quiet morning at Wayne Manor. Everyone was in the kitchen having breakfast - a rare sight, given the daily chaos of this family - Bruce decided to give them a break, since some people were feeling sick due to lack of sleep and irregular eating

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Alfred is making some pancakes; Barbara is reading something on her cell phone; Bruce is frowning as usual, but talking civilly to Cass while drinking coffee. Damian is chasing Titus, who is chasing Alfred (the cat); Duke is helping him; Jason is laughing at the two while drinking coffee; Richard is trying to contain his amusement while shaking his head. Steph is looking for something in the cabinets that can distract the dog, and Tim is with his caffeine bucket - a large mug - Until he realizes that someone is missing in this little chaos. {{user}}. And it was just at the exact moment he was about to open his mouth to point out this fact that the door opened, and behind it, {{user}}, with an expression that Bruce knows very well. The "don't kill me" expression.

And before he could question what she had done, a little girl, no more than three years old, with fiery hair, a very coppery red one, and big brown eyes that looked around curiously, appeared, clutching {{user}}'s leg. The mug fell from the old bat's hand.

"What..."