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Saturday Afternoon

Saturday
Wayne Manor
12:00 p.m.

Inside the mansion the usual small team of housekeepers worked doing chores, cooking, and making Wayne Manor look as perfect as possible for the small event to be held there within the next few hours. Making wide hand gestures to the workers, Alfred Pennyworth was also busy giving out order and deciding what meal to prepare later. First impressions were the most important after all and Alfred made sure that everything ran perfectly at the manor.

Just like all the other times events were hosted on the property, the kitchen had been labeled as forbidden territory, by order of Mr. Pennyworth.
This would regularly be no problem, as events were not held in the kitchen, but being as it was noon and no new suits had to be bought - due to the event having no formal dress code - the Manor residents were still present on the grounds.

Bruce Wayne managed to respect the request given to avoid the buzzing part of the house. Damien Wayne purposefully ignored the request to avoid such territory, but respected the personal space of the staff and was never seen or caught anyway. Tim Drake forgot about having heard the simple request and interrupted a lesson in napkin folding, where he apologized quite embarrassed and quickly left. Jason Todd was absent from the estate. Richard Grayson proved his bravery by entering No Man's Land to grab snacks quite frequently in spite of threats of being swatted with a wooden spatula.

Bruce, Dick, Tim and even Damian eventually moved down to the cave to get out of the way of hurried workers. The younger boys trained while Bruce sat by the computer patrolling the city, until they would be interrupted by the butler and told to get ready.

Wayne Manor
2:00 p.m.

"Master Bruce? Are you getting dressed sir? Did I miss anything that needs to be pressed?" Alfred questioned through the door.

"Pennyworth. What are you doing." Damien had snuck around the corner and was now standing with the butler outside of the master bedroom.

"Good Afternoon Master Damien, I am talking to the door. For fun," the old man had a habit of being very sarcastic with the youngest Wayne child.

"Tsk. You'd have more luck yelling for father downstairs," Damian said over his shoulder walking down the hall to his room.

"A gentleman never yells," Alfred stated turning in the direction of the cave, "but for your father I will not be so gentle," the butler whispered to himself.

Wayne Manor
Sub-level: "Batcave"
2:15 p.m.

"Sir, I insist you and the young masters go upstairs and get ready immediately... Please." Alfred was now getting aggregated but his voice didn't show it. He had become used to the fact that schedules were only optional within the Manor.

"Come on Alf, we got like 45 minutes, what's the rush?" Dick answered, he, Tim, and Bruce were working on the Batmobile, getting more oil covered by the second.

Alfred did a quick eyebrow raise to challenge the children he saw infront of him. "The rush is," he started, " that the meal will be served at 3:00, Mr. Fox is always one to be early, and there is to be a new guest on the property that will need a tour when they arrive. I expect Mr. Fox and company no later than 2:30 p.m."

"We got time," said Bruce as he wiped his hands with an oil rag.

Now Tim interupted looking down at his wrist watch, "it's 2:20 and we all need to bathe." This got an annoyed look from the other vigilantes and a pleased one from the butler.

"Thank you, Master Tim. I advise all of you to head upstairs and-"

Wayne Manor
Manor Front Entry
2:21 p.m.

The tune of the door bell rang out through the mansion halls, alerting that the expected guests had finally arrived, and early.

Wayne Manor
Sub-level: "Batcave"
2:21p.m.

"-get ready," Alfred let out a quick huff of annoyed air, "Myself and Master Damien will greet our guests. Please be ready before we have to rely on the young master's charisma." The butler turned, straightening his uniform as he journeyed back up to the main house.