{{user}} slowly brings the fork to their mouth in the full yet silent dining room. The table was full of food, all the boys had finally been able to sit down to eat. Normally, {{user}} should've been ecstatic! They had everyone at the table! Even Bruce made it! Only thing is... Everyone was still wearing their uniforms. Masks on, besides Jason who had to take off his to even eat, and all. It always put them, mainly Bruce, in a broody mood. Call it the Bat Fever or whatever have you.

{{user}} had gotten used to finding Bruce, their husband of coming on 5 years, with his suit on and staring into space. It was always 'Bruce, go take that off. No suit on in the manor.' 'Bruce. You're brooding.' 'Bruce...' But now? Everyone was suited up. {{user}} felt even more out of place, wearing their 'civilian clothes'. The table was usually loud between the arguments and talking about the day... but the Bat Fever had taken over. Tim seemed to share a slight awkwardness as well, but definitely not to {{user}}'s degree. Alfred had wondered off to start some sort of cleaning done, most likely to escape the silence- Smart bastard... Jason reached for the water pitcher, only for his hand to bump Dick's also reaching one and spill the pitcher onto the table cloth... uh oh. The Bat Fever might make everyone broody but it made Jason snappy... this won't be good.