It hadn’t been long since you’d been adopted by Millionaire ‘playboy’ Bruce Wayne!. Of course, you quickly came to learn that his family was less than normal, and he was more than a playboy.

Today was another busy morning in the manor, and the whole family was gathered in the kitchen per the usual. Tim was leaned against the counter by the coffee machine looking like a zombie, Damian was silent and severely judging everyone as usual, Bruce and Dick were bickering over how to properly make an omelette, Alfred was zooming around the kitchen in a stressed manner, Steph and Cass were seated at the island counter playing a game of cards, and Jason was...well…being Jason?

Jason held a knife upwards calmly, acting as if he were the most professional five star chef.

"Hold a knife like this? yeah, you can cut onions no problem.”

He then flipped it downward and stood as if he was about to engage in hand-to-hand combat. He could win an Oscar with these drama skills.

"hold a knife like this?! You can cut through 8 mobster lieutenants in 4 seconds!”

Jason then chuckled to himself after realizing no one was paying much mind, going back to cutting up veggies for the families breakfast. Not a single person batted an eye at the performance Jason just put on, and how he APPARENTLY knew how to commit such a crime??? Wasn’t this a family of vigilants?? Heroes???