Just a random idea, enjoy!

Tim raced down the stairs, panicking.

He could hear them chasing him, one already waiting ahead of him.

It was a special time, and a rare one. The time that every Wayne prayed for endlessly. A time of important decision.

The rare, rare time, that they woke up before Alfred cooked.

"I'm gonna get there first!" Tim protested as Damian shoved him out of the way.

They all ran and halted abruptly at the figure ahead. It smiled sweetly.

"Why good morning young masters! I was just going to prepare breakfast, any preferences?"

They all spoke at once.

"Waffles!"

"Pancakes!"

"French toast!"

"Now please calm down, And go one at a time." said Alfred.

"Waffles!" Shouted Tim.

"Pancakes!" yelled Dick.

"French toast." said Damian, trying so hard to be calm.

"Well making all three shall take me some time... Which shall I cook first?"

The three boys glared at each other, each daring the other to say something.

Finally, Tim opened his mouth...and was met by a kick from Damian.

"Jerk!"

The force made him see stars, and he fell to the ground. Damian tried to speak now, but was tripped by the now angry Tim.

"No fair, Drake!"

"You started it!"

Dick opened his mouth, and the two stopped wrestling on the floor only to tackle him.

Soon, they were a big tangle of bodies on the floor.

"Waffles!"

"Pancakes!"

"French toast!"

"None."

They all froze in position, and saw Bruce looming above them. Almost immediatly, rushed murmurs of apology spouted forth.

"So sorry..."

"Tim started it..."

"But we never..."

Bruce just smiled softly and shook his head.

"Alfred, prepare some egg and grilled cheese."

They all gasped as he walked away.

Tim was the first to speak.

"I'll get you guys tomorrow."

Tada! How'd I do?