[If the Waynes' were students… & Morning]

I

Cassandra woke up earlier than anybody else. Of course, not as earlier as the debonair butler of Wayne Manor and sometimes the suave billionaire.

Wushu classes started early, Tai Chi practices are even earlier, and with the competition just right around the corner, the high-ups have pushed the timings earlier than it was. Although Bruce is not happy about this, he respects Cassie's determination and discipline. Something his sons pales in comparison.

Alfred made sure that the young miss get the optimum breakfast.

With her Wushu practices in mind, he cooked healthy meals that were light yet filling while maintaining an energising component.

Her dessert comprise of sliced apples shaped like bunnies and a glass of lukewarm water to improve her blood circulation.

He'd also packed for her a cup of yogurt.

The young miss chewed and swallowed the last of her dessert and gulped down water. She picked up her leather jacket and bag pack.

"Not taking the car today?"

Cass nodded and pecked on Alfred's cheek.

"Have a good day miss!" Alfred said jubilantly and waved to her.

II

Tim woke up next.

Fresh apples and lukewarm water laid on the kitchen table. Beside the pristine dishes is a file filled with scripts and screenplays.

The moment he sat down, he picked up the file and read through the lines and details whilst eating his breakfast. His expression solemn in the fine morning.

A performance is coming up.

He has lines to memories and a character to familiarize.

Bruce stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He had returned late in the night and would crush into his bed if Alfred hadn't nagged at him to take a shower and change.

Oh well.

Another day ahead and another night to cruise.

He saw a mass of dark hair.

The person is not tall too… I couldn't be Dick or Jason. It couldn't be Damian too, the slim figure is taller than the twerp.

"Cassan-"

"It's Tim."

"…" "…"

Apples for breakfast. Coffee for the man. Newspaper for the father.

"What's the play about?"

"I'm not giving away any spoilers. I swore to secrecy."

Every Drama Club member of the academy have all sworn to the upmost confidentiality of their projects.

"…" "…"

"If you attend my performance, maybe I could enlighten you in some way? Like a sneak peek."

Tim tapped lightly on the pages of the script.

Bruce sipped on his coffee, like Tim he was still reading the newspaper article.

"When's the play?"

"October 17."

"Good, I'll be there. Alfred, clear my schedule on October 17."

Bruce put down the article.

As promised, Tim flipped the file around. But it was upside down. Less than a mere second, Tim's phone chimed and he shut the file.

Bruce hardly saw anything. Other than a few inverted words. He'd forgot, the boy can be cheeky sometimes.

A smile perched on his lips.

The 3rd son dragged up his bag and put the screenplay in.

"I'm going out!" the young master announced.

Bruce put down the newspaper again. Abruptly and realization hit his eyes.

"Tim, don't forget your rape whistle!"

"Really?!"

III

By the time the young masters, Dick and Jason, rose through Alfred's attempts –

"Rise and shine, Master Dick/ Jason, it's a beautiful morning today."

With two magnificent and purposeful pull, Alfred stripped them of their warm comfy blankets and separated the curtains.

"My eyes!"

Poor Dick had pulled an all-nighter. His eyes weren't adjust for the day yet.

Meanwhile, Jason stuffed his head under his pillows. –

The pair was at the kitchen, waiting for their morning appetisers.

Eggs and bacon on wholemeal bread with pear juice for Dick and honey for Jason.

"Jay, breakfast is here!"

'Don't fucking tell me what to do' was at the tip of his tongue but his throbbing head and eyes wouldn't allow it.

Jason caressed his forehead, fell over the couch and heavily trudge to the table.

"You reek of alcohol."

"Shut up."

Jason drowned his honey juice. His tongue tasted the tinge of citrus.

"The battle of the bands is coming up again."

"So?"

"I'm sighing up for it."

Jason unceremoniously spilled the juice from his mouth. A few drops had went to his nostrils and somewhere down the windpipe.

He slammed his chest with a fist.

"You? A circus boy with no musical experience? No fricking way."

"Hey, I'll have you know I was approached by a band who wants my expertise."

"And what would that be? No, no, let me guess, backup dancer."

Dick frowned as he bit his sandwich.

"No. It's singing."

Jason burst out laughing.

"I can totally pull off as the lead singer. Watch out, Jay, my band will win that title. You're going down!"

"Try me."

They stared down at each other. Fingers reaching for their bags.

The grandfather clock rang.

The door flung open and two boys sprint out. They jumped over the car and continued their race.

"Wait! I forgot something!"

"No can do, Jase!"

"Damn it!"

Jason u-turned and went back for his precious bass.

"Not taking the car, master Jason?" Alfred inquired.

The man smirked.

Dick sauntered along the pedestrian. There's no way, his brother can catch up now!

A car horned.

It was a black car with a silver rim.

I know that car anywhere…

Its windows lowered.

"See ya at school, loser!"

Jason stuck his tongue out and put an L shape on his forehead.

"That's cheating!"

"Ain't my problem. Wait, don't stop, he's not supposed to-"

The chauffeur had slowed to a halt.

Dick opened the door and settled in with a big, wide, annoying grin.

IV

Damian tapped and opened the doors to his siblings' room.

The only things that greet him were uncovered blankets and twisted pillows. At least 2 in 5 rooms were made.

He checked his father's too.

Everyone's gone…

The Great Dane wagged its tail and nudged Damian's leg.

Damian settled on a stool.

Alfred glance a look at the boy.

"Your father is at work and the young masters, and miss, are at school."

"School." The boy scoffs.

What's the big deal about educational institutions anyways?

It's just a building filled with children learning a systematic education on the same level. Why even separate subjects into different grades? Just hire a tuition lecturer and he'll be learning more than what the brats do at school!

"Might I suggest, Master Damian, we take Master Titus for a walk?"

Damian looks at Titus, patting its head as he spoke.

"What do you think?"

Titus's tail wagged back and forth excitedly.

"Can we take Batcow with us?"