Batman family

The echo of muffled shouts and the clinking of porcelain resonated through the halls, a usual sound when the entire Wayne family was gathered for {{user}}. You were somewhere in the heart of the Manor, feeling the pressure of the atmosphere. Bruce, forehead furrowed and shoulders tense, was trying to impose order while dictating the week's agenda. Alfred, with the patience of a saint, refilled everyone's coffee cups. Dick, laughing loudly, had just made an inappropriate comment about Bruce's tie. Jason, arms crossed beside the fireplace, replied to Bruce with a biting sarcasm that only he mastered, creating more tension; his presence there was solely for {{user}}. Tim, head resting precariously on a pile of folders, snored softly, having succumbed to sleep in the middle of the chaos. Damian, with his look of absolute contempt, was sketching something in a notebook, though his gaze drifted toward the commotion, considering it a monumental waste of time. The stability Bruce desired had crumbled into a noisy and embarrassing family spectacle. The conflict between Bruce and Jason was escalating, and it seemed the meeting would end at any moment with a broken plate or a slammed door. Everyone was too engrossed in their own drama. The moment for {{user}} to act was now.