Morning Routine (Open to the Bat-Family)

[Alfred Pennyworth]

"Why do we fall, Sir?"

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More often than not Alfred was the only one up before noon in the Wayne household. He didn't lead a double-life full of danger and fighting criminals at night, however, so he was usually in bed around nine o'clock. The rest of his family, on the other hand, sometimes didn't come rolling in until the sun was already rising.

Still, the Wayne family had an image to uphold. Not to mention the other half of their double lives involved being regular people. Eating breakfast, watching the news, playing at the park. Things normal people did. It was up to Alfred to keep that normalcy because good lord! If he was ever not around to make sure they were up at a suitable time those boys would sleep all day.

"Rise and shine! Rise and shine! Up and at 'em. When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along~!" He had sung throughout the mansion, yanking curtains open and pulling blankets off of sleepy frames. One had to be rather determined with the Waynes or else nothing would get done, after all.

He'd announced that he would be cooking breakfast soon so unless they wanted to fetch their own meal later on they would be in the dining room in ten minutes, ready to eat.

With an apron tied around his front, Alfred continued scrambling the eggs and flipping the bacon as he sang the happy, little tune to himself.

"Wake up, wake up you sleepyheads. Get up, get up, get out of bed! Live up, laugh up, the sun is red. Live, love, laugh, and be happy!"

"So we might learn to pick ourselves up."

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[Cassandra "Batgirl" Cain]

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Cassandra groaned lightly, she had came in a few hours ago well, almost. More like right before sunrise. It felt like she hadn't had enough sleep when she heard Alfred chirping away. Cass might not speak well, or read or write but she knew how to say simple words and sentences thanks to Alfred, even read small parts of children's books. Cassie groaned again and pulled the covers tightly over her head in attempt to keep them from getting yanked off.

She did not go to school like Tim, nor did she have a job like Bruce. Cassandra was in the manor all day until she was ready to suit up and watch the city. She would not attend school until her speech, reading and writing improved. Though Cassandra did not really want to go to school at times, but she also wanted to just to be away from the world in a way. Cassandra felt the blanket being pulled off as she gave up and just let go letting it be tugged off her small frame she rubbed her eyes as she sat up before the bright sun had filled them.

Cassandra hated waking up to the bright light that was hidden by the curtains, it hurt her eyes for a few seconds before she adjusted to it. The shadows were places she hid from everyone it was the way she snuck around, her home in another term. Cassie sighed as shes took up walking to a drawer as she grabbed some blue jeans. Cassie looked threw her clothing, no more black jeans. Really? she had gone through the four pairs already. Cassie muttered to herself as she changed after closing her door into the blue jeans, a light pink long sleeve crop to, as she then found a knitted see threw black thin long sleeve sweater and put it on. Black, finally she found black.

Cass threw her messy curls into a side pony tail not bothering to brush it before she walked out of her room and towards where she heard Alfred still singing as she could smell the food that he was cooking. The girl did not bother to put shoes on, when she was just going to head back to her room the rest of the day when others were heading away.

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[Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson]

Richard never really slept much when he was in the house, there was always something he could be doing while not out kicking tail for the good of the city. He was out in the garage tuning the engine on his favorite bike when he heard Alfred going through the house waking everybody from their much needed rest. He remembered fondly when Alfred would wake him up and there would be a magnificent breakfast down ready to be eaten by anyone who was hungry. Alfred was that kind of person, he always gave, and what he gave was a sense of being normal. At this point in Rich's life, he knew that they were anything but normal, but all the same, the job had to be done.

He took time from the mechanical work on his bike to type something into a small laptop that was hooked into the bike, on the screen, he altered levels, and tweaked the onboard CPU that was fitted into the bike. It was one of his new hobbies, this thing helped him move around while fighting crime, so naturally he had to keep it in tip top shape. Bludhaven hadn't missed him, so he was staying in the mansion while he was in town, it was a change that he needed. Being back around family was undoubtedly what he needed, his home in Bludhaven never had this, that feeling that being home brings.

He figured he would go and eat, he was not particularly hungry, but he could definitely go for a bite. He walked into the kitchen to the site of Alfred singing and going about making breakfast, he chuckled a bit before grabbing a plate. He scooped a few eggs onto his plate along with a few strips of bacon, poured himself a glass of orange juice and sat at the table. ''Thanks for the food Alfred, how's it goin by the way'', he asked realizing Alfred probably didn't even know he was here to begin with, after all he got there at about four that morning. The life they lived, he always told himself, was the reason for the late nights and early mornings.