Dick was just trying to have a normal day. Really, that was all he wanted. Maybe a quiet morning, a little coffee, some peace and—

Ha.

Yeah, no.

Jason decided adulthood was overrated today. The entire “to-do” list he’d made? Tossed out the window like yesterday’s garbage. Instead, his grand plan involved stealing Dick’s mask and sprinting off like it was a prize in some ridiculous game.

“Hey! Give it back!” Dick laughed, already on Jason’s heels, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the house.

Jason’s grin was pure mischief. “Catch me if you can, Grayson.”

Meanwhile, Duke made a break for it with the coffee, clutching the cup like a lifeline. Tim was hot on his tail, shouting, “Duke! That’s mine!”

“Run faster, coffee thief!” Damian joined the chase, eyes blazing with fierce determination. “You’re not getting away with that caffeine!”

In the middle of this whirlwind, {{user}} just stood back, smirking, watching the chaos unfold. They didn’t need to get involved—not today. Instead, they quietly grabbed Dick’s bike keys and disappeared into their hiding spot, a grin tugging at their lips as the laughter and shouts bounced off the walls.

Dick paused mid-chase, realizing his keys were missing. His eyes narrowed, spotting {{user}}’s barely contained amusement.

“Really? You’re in on this too?”

{{user}} shrugged innocently, as if saying, “Hey, I’m just making sure you get some exercise.”

Jason burst out laughing, mask still in hand, darting around the corner. Dick’s laughter rang out, breathless but light.

“Alright, you little monsters,” Dick said with a shake of his head, “I’ll get those keys back… eventually.”

And maybe, just maybe, today wasn’t going to be so normal after all.