Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *drinking his twelfth cup of coffee* If Jerry the Turkey didn’t belong in the oven, then why did he fit?

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In which Dick and Jason race to save their little brother’s beloved pet (lest the War of the Century begin in the Wayne household).

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *scurrying around the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards, looking under kitchen counters and chairs* 

Tim: *typing on his laptop, drinking pure liquid caffeine*

Jason: I have to tell you something. When we fell on really hard times, Roy and I stayed at a rat-infested motel for a month, and I developed a deep-seated fear of rats.

Tim: *not looking away from laptop* I am so sorry to hear about that. I understand your fears and I validate them.

Jason: I’m not looking for your understanding, Tim! Just grab the freakin’ rat!

Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: This is a black kale-chia smoothie.

Jason: Why are you drinking that? Did you lose a bet or something?

Tim: Do you have an infected lesion?


In which Damian takes his breakfast elsewhere.

3 AM at the Manor…

Jason: *leaning on Tim for support* 

Jason: *giggling and whispering* Timbo, take me to Alfred and move slow…

Jason: … I’m still drunk… ing my coffee, Bruce!

Bruce: Hn.


Guess who’s grounded?   

Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *walks into the kitchen and sees Tim splayed on the kitchen counter, bruised and bloodied, and in a singed Red Robin uniform*

Damian: Pennyworth, do we have to put the trash on the counter? I take my afternoon tea here.

Mornings at the Manor…

Bruce: *drinking coffee, watching as his children gather in a small circle in the kitchen*

Tim: So, hands in.

Jason, Steph, Duke: *put their hands one on top of the other over Tim’s*

Tim: Defeat that little brat Damian on three! 1, 2, 3!

Bruce: *spits out coffee*

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You kids just couldn’t at least let your father finish his coffee in peace, could you?

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *groans* My insides are dying.

Jason: *drinks milk directly from the carton* So, not fine?


That’s what you get when you’ve had nothing but coffee and energy drinks for the last 48 hours, Timmy.

Mornings at the Manor…

Dick: *chowing down three separate bowls of cereals, talking with his mouth full* Why do people eat anything besides breakfast food?

Damian: *looking on disgustedly as milk and fruit bits splatter onto Dick’s shirt* Because people are idiots, Grayson.

Mornings at the Manor…

Duke: *nervously looks over his shoulder at Bruce pulling a sneering Damian by the scruff of the neck, Dick restraining a furious Tim via bear hug, Alfred telling Jason to get down from the kitchen counter, Cass ushering the family pets to safety, and the refrigerator on fire*

Duke: *sips chocolate milk, then looks straight into the Snapchat camera*

Duke: Jason attacked the counter with a fire axe and is still only the second craziest person in the kitchen.