Tag: mornings at the manor

Mornings at the Manor…

3:30 AM…

Jason: *yawns*

Jason: *turns on kitchen light*

Jason: *heads to the refrigerator to get some milk*

Jason: You’re up early.

Tim: *hanging upside down from the ceiling*

Tim: *staring blankly ahead*

Tim: That would be assuming that I went to sleep.

(Post-sparring session) Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *examines the bruises on his face using the back of a spoon*

Tim: *grabs an ice pack from the freezer*

Damian: *walks in and heads straight for the analgesics Alfred left on the counter*

Jason: How is that pain on your neck?

Tim: He just walked into the kitchen.

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *enters the kitchen soot-covered, with burnt hair, and in singed pajamas*

Bruce:

Alfred:

Dick:

Jason: *tries to stifle his laughter*

Damian:

Tim [to Damian]: Can we agree that throwing stuff at your brother is generally considered unacceptable and probably illegal?

He, um, figured it’d wake you up since your alarm wouldn’t.

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *cooking*

Bruce: *reading the Gotham Gazette*

Dick: *balancing a pile of saucers on his index finger*

Tim: *fast asleep and drooling on the kitchen table*

Damian: *feeding Titus*

Alfred: *picks up the recipe book Jason’s using*

Alfred: “Cooking for Dummies”, Master Jason?

Jason: No offense, Timbo! I’m actually cooking for everybody.

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *walks into the kitchen groggily*

Dick: *eating Cheerios cheerily*

Jason: *opens the refrigerator*

Jason: *groans*

Jason: *chugs a liter of water directly from the bottle*

Dick: … ?

Jason: I either drank too much or got hit by a train.

Or when you can’t recall if you got clobbered during patrol last night or hung out at a bar till 4 AM with your best bud, Roy.

When Batman invites the Justice League over for breakfast at the Manor before a mission…

Green Lantern: Alfie, ol’ man, I’d like some scrambled egg whites, dry wheat toast, and Earl Grey tea. *snaps fingers*

Alfred: Really, Mr. Jordan? Well, I’d like some new shoes, a jet pack, and a hairline.

Hal, you are sassing the wrong butler.

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *pops open a can of beer*

Damian: If drinking makes you feel bad, why do you drink, Todd?

Jason: Nobody likes a smart ass, kid.

Damian: You have to put a dollar in the swear jar. You said “ass”.

Jason: Tell you what. Here’s a twenty. That ought to cover me until lunch.

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *stumbles into the kitchen wearing the same shirt for the third day in a row*

Jason:

Tim: *pours himself a fifth espresso shot into a saucer*

Jason: *blinks*

Tim: You know, I once ordered an Uber by accident. I just got in it and went somewhere.

Yeah, that was just two hours ago, Timmy.