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Day 3 Original Boy Wonder

Morning

An alarm sounded off at 6 in the morning. (Y/N) sits up and rubs his eyes then stretches while in bed, having small jitters from stretching. A notification goes off on his phone goes off and (Y/N) goes to see what it is.

Chat:
Good morning

(Y/N):
Good morning

His routine always consisted of a good morning text from Chat. A small change from his routine now consists of waking up two hours earlier than everyone else, that way he could work without being stalked by a cute Asian. Or so he thinks. First he takes a quick shower, second he grabs and gets ready to broom the hallways and that takes a whole hour due to the many hallways in the mansion, then he dust every tabletop and suits of armors and every other thing that a rich person owns, lastly he gets the table ready to serve breakfast.

Alfred left recommendations for all of the Waynes. Bruce liked bacon and eggs, Damien liked a nice juicy stake along with a small salad, and Cassandra would eat literally anything. There were other names but (Y/N) didn't recognize any of them. Though one of the did stand out to him; Dick Grayson. He remembered the last name very well from when he was younger, the Flying Graysons. He remembered watching the parents fall from the top rope and hit the floor, horrible day for everyone involved.

Anyway, (Y/N) got everyone's preferred breakfast, even Damien and his wierd breakfast, done. While (Y/N) was making breakfast he heard the front door opening. He assumed it was Damien since he would always leave the mansion and go to the barn by himself in the morning, althoughhe was earlier today than the past 2 days. He's definitely a wierd kid.

(Y/N): Damien- I mean, Master Damien!!! Your breakfast is ready!!!

(Y/N) left the kitchen to try and get Damien before he left to see Batcow. As he turns the corner to the front door he hits what feels like a brick wall and falls to the floor.

???: Oh shit! Sorry!!

(Y/N): Since when do walls talk?

The "wall" reaches down and helps (Y/N) back up, who is also recovering from that fatal blow.

???: Oh God, I hope you don't have a concussion!!!

(Y/N): I'm surprised I lived at all!!!!

???: Again sorry.

After recovering his vision (Y/N) could clearly see that he on fact wasn't talking to a wall. He was talking to a model, a great physique, a chiseled jaw, the reflection of his face on his perfect white teeth. Now (Y/N) wasn't ugly in the least but standing next to this guy made (Y/N) look like an ugly barnacle.

???: You must be the guy who's taking over for Alfred.

(Y/N): You must be the wall I ran into. It's nice to meet you.

The wall extended his hand out, reaching out for a handshake, and (Y/N) does the same. Like Bruce, the wall had an extremely firm handshake, maybe more than Bruce.

(Y/N): Jesus, are you a rock climber?

???: I'm a gymnast, actually. I used to work in a circus with my parents, we were pretty popular.

(Y/N): Really? Bruce Wayne was in a circuse?!?

???: Ha! Now that I'd love to see but no. Bruce isn't my actual dad, I'm adopted. My parents died during an attack from Two-face, they fell and died on impact.

(Y/N): The Flying Graysons!!! You're Dick Grayson?!?!? I'm sorry I didn't know!!!

Dick: Don't worry about it, I've moved on now, I can finally talk about it without having a panic attack.