Jason: For the record, I'm only here for Alfreds Baking

[JASON TODD. A.K.A THE RED HOOD. DEATH AND RESURRECTION LEAVE SOME LASTING SCARS]

Tim: Oh, Give it a rest. We all know you like it here

[TIM DRAKE. A.K.A RED ROBIN. GENIUS. DETECTIVE. COFFEE ADDICT]

Bruce Yawns as Y/n and Damian are bickering behind Cassandra and Duke

Duke: I still don't understand why we all came back here

Cassandra: we have a... tradition

[CASSANDRA CAIN. A.K.A ORPHAN. TRAINED SINCE BIRTH AS A LIVING WEAPON]

Cassandra gestures to the amount of sweets put out in the Dining room

Duke:...Wow.

Everyone starts eating as Duke asks a question

Duke: So if no one gets hurt on patrols, Alfred makes pastries? That's the deal?

Y/n: Yeah. His cookies have won awards. My Favorite is the Chocolate Fudge Brownies. That's our trad--!!!

Everyone (Minus Bruce) looks over at the end of the table and sees that there is only one cookie left

Cassandra: The last cookie

Everyone (again minus Bruce who is just sipping his coffee like this is a normal occurance) Jumps for said cookie

Jason: Dibbs! I Call Dibbs!

Duke: HEY! No biting!

Damian manages to grab the cookie and escape the dog(Bat?)pile

Damian: Got it! And this is why I AM the superior robin. None of you are equal--

Y/n: Give it to me you little Brat!!!

Y/n Tackles damian and grabs the cookie mid-air before sprinting off

Y/n: [Thoughts] Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine--[Aloud] Augh!!!

Damian tackles Y/n causing him to lose the cookie and on Bruce's coffee cup, everyone stops for a moment

Bruce smirks before holding the Cookie and taunts them with a hand gesture

Bruce: Bring it.

Everyone grins as they all Simultamiously go on and attack the Dark Knight; Duke goes for a kick but Bruce Dodges and Jason tries to go for a punch but is blocked, Y/n and Cass both looked at Bruce for a moment before looking at eachother

Y/n/Cassandra: Truce

They both got into a stance as Bruce gives a quirked brow before being bombarded with a flurry of attacks, Bruce tried to keep up with the two Ex-Child Assassins before Cassandra managed to knock the cookie out of his hand, Said Cookie flies mid-air before falling into the hands of Alfred

Alfred: Ahem. None the worse for wear I see.

Alfed: Welcome home