The next morning I got up to find a bundle of fluff in my bed and me guard spooning another body like I would Annabeth. I listen around the house to see if anyone is awake, but I only see Bruce in his study and Alfred in some room, but all the kiddies are in there respective rooms, except for Tim, who I guess is the one sleeping with me. I carefully get up, not wanting to wake him and head for the bathroom to change. I motion for Αστέρι to stay with Tim as I leave the room to head for the pool, making sure that nobody is around before stepping in and sinking to the bottom holding my breath until I touch the floor, where I take a deep breath. I then focused on pulling the chemicals out of a small blob until is is just pure water. I make that more into a circle shape before carefully moving it around and making sure no chemicals get in it, all the while constantly checking who is where around the house.
I was able to move the blob around and make shapes with it before I sensed Alfred leave the room and head for the kitchen. I take that as my cue to leave the pull and head to the kitchen as well, making it a little before he does and start to pull out bowls. If he's surprised to see me here, he doesn't show it. He starts pulling out things from the pantry and some things from the fridge. Some of them I can easily recognize, but others I have to sniff at them to be able too smell what they're are. He had set out all the ingredients for waffles, omelets, bacon, blueberries, sausage, strawberries, French toast, eggs, potatoes and a greater. When I go to grab a bowl and start mixing the ingredients for waffles, he says something.
"Miss Persues, I can take care of breakfast, you do not have to exert yourself with such things as this." He tells me and starts working on putting the bacon and sausage on a tray and putting it in the oven.
"Mr. Alfred, it is hardly any exertion on my part and mom would shake her head at me and withhold the cookies from me if she knew that I would let you do all this work on your own." He goes to say something, but I speak again. "Besides, two hands are are better than one anyways." I say and finish with the waffle mix, spray the maker, and add the mix to it. As I'm waiting for the waffle to do, I crack eggs into another bowl and mix them up for the omelets. But an idea came to mind.
"Mr. Alfred, do you have any blue food dye?" I ask him. He goes to the cabinet beside the fridge and pulls out a box. He opens it and hands me one of then bottles inside and hands it to me. I put a few drops into the batter and stir before pouring a spoon of it in the pan and closing it. After a few minutes the waffles are done, I take them out of the pan and put them on a plate in the oven to stay warm. Soon we are done making breakfast and we get everything to the table and call the boys down. They stop at the table and slowly sit down, the littlest one, Damien, is the one to say something.
"Pennyworth, why is some of the food blue?"
"Because blue is the best color." I tell him as make my way to an empty seat, the rest of the boys follow suit and start to pile their plates with food and eagerly dig in. The scent is warm and comforting, but the vivid blue draws a few raised eyebrows.
"Are you sure this is edible?" Tim asks, poking one of the waffles with his fork as if it might spring to life.
"More for me, if you're scared," Wally shoots back with a smirk, spearing the waffle with his fork and taking a dramatic bite.
"You're weird Wally" mutters Dick rolling his eyes, but he's already reaching for the eggs.
"Is it dyed or something?" the Damian presses, still eyeing the muffins with suspicion.
I shrug, leaning back in my chair. "Trade secret. Let's just say a little creativity in the kitchen never hurt anyone." The room fills with the sound of clinking silverware and low chatter as everyone begins to eat. Despite their initial doubts, one by one, the boys start adding the blue muffins to their plates.
"Okay, okay," Tim says, his mouth full after finally caving and taking a bite. "These are actually good. Like... really good. But seriously, why blue?"
I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table. "You know why skies are blue?"
He frowns, mid-chew. "Uh, because of... science?"
"Exactly." I point at him with my fork. "Science. So you see, these muffins are scientifically proven to be the best ones on the table. It's just logic." Laughter ripples around the table, and someone throws a napkin at me, but I dodge it with a grin.
"Fine," Tim says, grabbing another muffin. "But if I start turning blue, I'm blaming you."
"Fair deal," I reply, popping the rest of the waffle into my mouth.
We eat in silence for a few moments, the comfortable kind where the clinking of forks against plates and the hum of contentment say everything words don't need to.
Damian breaks the quiet first, his tone skeptical. "So, are you saying the color is purely arbitrary, or is there an actual reason behind it?"
I raise an eyebrow at him, smirking. "What, you think I just dyed them blue for no reason? I'm hurt, really."
Dick chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "Come on, we all know you're dramatic enough to do it just for fun."
"True," I admit with a shrug. "But this time, there's a method to the madness. Blueberries. And, you know, a little extra flair. Food should be fun."
Jason snorts, finishing his second muffin. "I'll give you this: you're weird, but these muffins slap. Keep the weird if it tastes this good."
"I'll take that as a compliment," I reply, raising my coffee cup in a mock toast.
As the meal winds down, Tim reaches for the last blue muffin, only to have Damian snatch it away with a glare.
"Hands off, Drake. You've had enough."
"Oh, come on," Tim protests, leaning over the table. "You don't even like sweet stuff!"
"I'm broadening my palate," Damian replies coolly, taking a deliberate bite.
Laughter erupts again, and even Damian's stoic façade cracks slightly.
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War Inside of the Storm (blind, fem. Percy X young justice)
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