Dumbpetcake

Since AO3 is currently down, here I present you #superbat & #batfamily short fic . The sun was barely up over Gotham, but Bruce Wayne was already having the worse morning of his life. He sat at the head of the massive mahogany dining table in a dark, heavy velvet robe, glaring at a silver spoon like it had personally offended him. His dark hair was disheveled mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and an aura of pure, unadulterated gloom radiated off him so strongly that even the Manor's antique chandelier seemed to dim.