Mornings at the Manor
Clark's mornings start at the first peek of the sun at the horizon. Bruce is usually dead asleep next to him or just coming to bed. It's slowly rousing with Bruce's warmth next to him and the heat under the blankets that just on the right edge of not too hot to be uncomfortable.
Alfred is usually in the kitchen preparing breakfast. It's the scent of freshly brewing coffee and eggs sizzling in the pan while classical music plays softly from the little radio.
Dick is usually on his morning jog with Damian and Titus and Ace. The sun is just rising and the grass is still wet with morning dew, their breaths coming out in white puffs.
Jason is usually in the kitchen with Alfred, helping with breakfast. The music from the radio is turned up just a bit louder while they work together, Jason frying some bacon while Alfred prepares a stack of waffles.
Kara is usually up even before Clark and out on her balcony basking in the sun. It's the soft warmth of sunrays on your skin and the fresh, untainted air of a morning after a night of rain.
Mon is usually on his own balcony next door, half asleep with a cup of instant coffee, black, no milk, the steam of it clearly visible in the cool morning air as it curls around his face while he's sipping on it, eyes directed somewhere at the horizon.
Tim is usually still up, having helped Bruce with a case or studying, and asleep on a sofa somewhere. Where Tim is, Kon is usually not far, so chances are, the two are sleep-cuddling on a sofa somewhere. It's the softness of the blanket wrapped around them, with the scent of breakfast slowly permeating the Manor. It's moving sluggishly under the blanket, like through water, and sharp inhales as they wake up, noses nuzzling into soft bed hair and exposed necks.
Cass is usually on Dick's and Damian's jog, but she's always faster. It's the comforting thrum of her feet thudding on the ground and her breath fogging in the air before her while cool wind pulls at her hair.
Steph is usually passed out in her room if she's at the Manor, with class notes sticking to her face. It's the scent of ink, the comfort of a desperately needed night of sleep where the surface doesn't matter at all.
Barbara is usually in the kitchen with Jason and Alfred, adding milk and sugar to the freshly brewn coffee, with her hair up in a lazy bun while subconsciously drumming codes into the countertop until Alfred nudges her fingers.
Harper is usually already logged into one of her online classes in Cass' room. It's hearty yawns with a cup of tea and bleary eyes attempting to focus on the slides.
Cullen is usually still passed out in bed, snoring softly in the muted dark of his room.
Duke is usually in the bathroom, he's the only morning shower guy among the Bats who all shower after Patrol, in the middle of the night. It's the comfort of a hot, steaming shower thundering down on your tired body and the steam fogging up the mirrors while no one is in a rush yet.
Claire is usually still drowsy and making her way to the kitchen. It's long yawns and shuffling, slippered feet on thick carpet and creaking hardwood.
Bran is usually out on his windowsill, soaking up the sun until Cass passes by his window, when he jumps down and finishes her run with her. It's the rejuvenating feeling of his body charging up again and the fatigue slipping from him, the cool wind breezing in his face as he jumps down to join Cass, the still exhilarating sensation of free fall.
Laney is usually struggling to put on his cell stabilising shirt for the day while trying to swallow his meds dry like a fool. It's bleary eyes trying to focus enough to get the pills out of the packaging and legs tangled in blankets, muttered swearing and suppressed yawns.
Chris is usually in the kitchen with Alfred, Jason and Babs. It's the clatter of dishes being set on the big dining table and soft clink of glasses and cutlery being set down.
Damian is usually on a run with Dick and the dogs. It's fresh, cool air filling his lungs and Titus' and Ace's panting as they run next to him.
Jon is usually fast asleep in bed or on a morning flight with Krypto. It's the whip of air in his face and the sensation of speed as Gotham shrinks below him, Krypto barking and the silence above the clouds.
Billy is usually in the kitchen with Alfred, Chris, Jason and Babs. It's the sound of pouring coffee and the whistling tea kettle, the low murmur of morning conversations and the sizzling of new eggs being broken into the oiled pan.
Terry is usually deep asleep, passed out over his phone. It's the slow rising when the alarm starts to buzz, the tired searching for the phone and nuzzling back into the pillows for another five minutes.
Matt is usually the same. Sometimes, he sneaks into Terry's bed in the mornings and snuggles up to his brother, the warmth under the blankets just bordering on too much.
Helena is usually already up and running in her room and on her way to her brothers' rooms. It's the energy and good mood that can only come for a child this early in the morning, bouncing steps with slippered feet and the hum of a childish melody.
Luke is usually getting ready for the day at WE or having morning sex with Jean-Paul. It's the languid movement and deeply sated pleasure, with lazy kisses and sighs so deep.
Kate is usually found at the closest coffee machine or in the bathroom straightening her hair. It's the hum of the instant coffee machine preparing her cup and the light sizzle the hair iron makes when it clamps around her hair.
Nissa is usually already gone to wherever she goes after patrol. It's the sounds of a slowly waking city for her, the hushed murmurs of business people rushing along the streets and distant whooshing from the underground.
Maxine is usually getting ready for school. It's sneaking throughout the house as silently as possible, the little wince and pause when you hit that one creaking floorboard.