Joker was already there pancakes on the table making faces as he feed the twins and himself. "Morning." he smiled with flour on his cheek.

Lori looked up from her waffles and smiled at him. "How are you feeling?" she asked reaching for the plates. Alfred was watching Martha play a sad, pained look on his face even though the boy had been trouble at first Alfred had come to think of Damien as a grandson just like he thought of Bruce as a son.