13-year old Bruce Wayne attempting to grab all the grocery bags at once, around 55lbs. He’s hanging bags his small arms, and a small bag around his neck
Alfred: “Master Bruce, this isn’t necessary”
Bruce: *grunting and struggling* “all or nothing”
Alfred: *small smile* “please don’t drop the eggs”
Bruce: “Alfred, could you-“ *deep breath* “-open the door, please”
Alfred: “of course, master B”
17-year-old Bruce Wayne attempting to grab all the bags at once, a much larger load then normal, around 80lbs
Alfred: “Bruce, you don’t have to do this every time”
Bruce: *chuckles* “I must! All or nothing!” *small grunt*
24 year old Bruce Wayne, attempting to get all the groceries at once, around 85lbs. All bags on one arm
Bruce: *smiling to himself in victory*
Alfred: “would your like me to get the door?”
Bruce: “no, I think I can handle it”
45-year-old Bruce Wayne attempting to get all the groceries inside at once. Loud screaming and the sound of thundering footsteps disturb all tranquility
Dick: MOVE IT *shoves Jason down*
Damian: *Naruto running* “I can carry more than you, Todd!”
Cassandra: *already loading herself up with bags*
Bruce: “one trip everyone! One trip! Come on, we’ve trained for this!” *makes eye contact with Duke* “get the dog food too!”
More loud screaming all they all pack groceries on their bodies. Bags hanging from shoulders, arms, necks, anywhere possible
Stephanie is literally just a wall of groceries, she can’t see, she doesn’t care. She only wants victory
Damian’s face is bright red, he’s carrying half his weight, his legs are barley moving
Jason, the buff undead boy he is, picks up Damian on top of his load
Dick has his back bent at an unnatural angle as he tries to balance items on his chest and neck
Duke is literally screaming while he walks. He won’t quit, but he can feel his skeleton collapsing
Cassandra, looks graceful as she carries an enormous load. Not even a glimmer of sweat, not the smallest indication of a grimace
Tim is light headed, he can’t tell if his legs are moving anymore, but like Duke he won’t quit. One trip or nothing
Bruce is following Jason’s lead, he’s piled high with groceries. His knees are clicking as he walks, his back and neck give loud pops when he leans too far to one side. He can taste victory.
Alfred is smiling fondly as he watches his family carry on a tradition that a broken little boy started so he could feel strong and accomplished
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