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Yue, with hands shaking from the first day of school jitters, sits at the dining table with a grimace painted across her visage as she watches Dick– the boy sits in the seat across from her, hungrily devouring Alfred's special home-cooked buckwheat pancakes. "Chew with your mouth closed, Dick," she comments, kicking his leg under the table as her eyes narrow at the boy.
"Ha ha," he rolls his eyes, "Very original."
Yue is the first to lean across the table, digging her fork into the last pancake on the centre plate and dropping it onto her own before Dick has the chance.
Bruce sits at the head of the table, an amused smile on his face as he peeks his eyes over top of the newspaper in his hands– the front page reads "Gorilla trades bananas for bullets." but his attention was instead focused on Yue, as the girl sticks her tongue out at Dick.
"I thought you might still be hungry, Master Richard." Alfred – ever the hero in feud situations between the two teens – strolls over to the table with a frying-pan in his hand, carefully dropping another two pancakes onto the boy's plate.
"Thanks, Alfie." Dick wastes no time smothering the pancakes in regular syrup, almost drowning them as Yue watches with a grimace.
"That's disgusting," she comments in a mutter.
"You know what's disgusting?" Dick asks with a mouthful of over-syruped pancake. "The way you stare at Wally during training."
Her cheeks burn and she quickly shakes her head. "What? I don't- I don't stare, what are you on about?" Her stuttering only causes the boy across from her to smirk, while he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.
Alfred clears his throat, his nose scrunching in disgust as he stares down at the youngest of the family. "Master Richard!" He scolds the boy.
"Huh?" Dick's head whips around toward the butler, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips when he's greeted by the sight of a napkin extended in his direction. "Oh-" He's quick to wipe the remaining syrup off with the napkin before speaking again, "Sorry."
"Speaking of your team." Bruce speaks up for the first time since joining them for breakfast. He straightens his back, sitting up in his seat, "Now that the repairs for Gotham Academy's gymnasium are finished after Amazo, Artemis will be joining you for the school year... She was one of the Wayne Foundation scholarship winners this year."
"What?" Yue can't help the gasp that falls from her lips as her head whips in the direction of their mentor. She had no idea Artemis even lived in Gotham, let alone that the girl was eligible for the scholarship; though it wouldn't surprise her much if Bruce rigged the program just like he did for both her and Dick.
