After Alfred had set upped baths for the vigilantes, heroes and anti-hero, he decided to make some snacks first before sending them off to clean up.
He walked towards the living room and saw Jason lying on the groung, Damian sitting above the fireplace, Dick hanging from the chandelier, Bruce slumping on the couch and finally Tim, he just passed out. It clearly was a hard patrol this night.
Alfred shooks his head and asked, "what would you like for the night sirs?"
Bruce was first to reply, "A decent childhood with very alive parents would be nice."
"Ohhhh, I would like that too. Maybe put a little more durability in the trapeze and swings back in the circus." Dick followed immediately.
"Give me back my sanity please along with the head of the Joker, I want a crowbar stuck in it." Jason groaned.
"The childhood of the normal children, a innocent and naive mind, a cure for paranoia and anger issues, my ability to trust again and some motherly love on the side." Damian said.
Alfred needs to hire the best psychiatrist, for his own well being.
"I'm sorry Master Bruce, Dick, Jason and Damian but I only have biscuits, eggos and oreos,"
There was a tense pause till Dick broke it all.
"I want some eggos."
"Certainly Master Dick."
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"Coffee?" Tim groggily requested as he woke up a bit.
"Already ahead of you Master Tim, that is what you always ask for." Alfred smiled at him softly as he passed the mug down to Tim.
"Thanks Alfie, you're all we need."
"Thank you Master Tim."
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Keeping Up With The Waynes, Grayson, Drake and Todd (Also Pennyworth)
FanfictionLet's take a peek at the lives of the bat boys with their father and the best butler. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Also! The characters aren't mine! All the good stuff are from DC Comics 👌
