Thanksgiving dinner, Wayne Manor

[_alfred_]

Alfred stands at the door to the sitting room, somehow managing to attract attention without doing anything so obvious as clear his throat. "Mr. Wayne, honored guests ... dinner is served

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[_darkknight_]

Bruce ushers his guests toward the dining room, all smiles without the expression reaching his eyes.

Holidays and memories.

"Remember," he says sternly in Barbara's direction as he guides Selina inside, hand on the small of her back, "drumstick is mine."

[femme_du_chat]

Selina lets everyone else be ushered in so she can have a moment, standing next to Bruce. She reaches out and puts her hand on his arm and smiles at him, before she makes her way into the dining room with Bruce's hand at her back.

Sometimes they do think the same way.

[_nightwing_]

Dick takes Mary from Barbara as she transfers to the dining table's chair, settling the sleeping baby into her portable car seat and hoping she'll stay that way for an hour. Or two. Preferably two.

[oracle_watching]

"Thanks, love." Babs checks on Mary one more time before unfolding her napkin. "I think I'm hungry."

[_nightwing_]

He grins as he looks over at her again, then briefly takes Babs' hand, squeezing it gently.

I'm starved.

He looks over at Tim, picking up a fork to point at him with as he speaks in a mock-stern tone.

Don't break anything.

[_darkknight_]

"Goes double for you, Dick," Bruce instructs as he waits for the guests to be seated. He remains standing by the head of the table and, once everyone is comfortable, he taps his knife against his water glass.

"Something of a tradition, even in the Wayne family, for everyone to give thanks before this particular dinner. Whoever wants to start, feel free." There's that grin again as he looks around the table, and this time the expression is more sincere.

[gothamflatfoot]

Jim follows the others into the dining room and sits as closely to Barbara and Dick as possible. Even with the few previous times he's been to this house it never ceases to amaze him. The curmudgeon in him hates the decadence. The human being in him respects the architectural achievement. The cop in him is suspiscious of anyone capable of amassing and holding this kind of wealth, esspecially in Gotham.

"Well. I'll gladly say that I'm thankful for my daughter, my son-in-law, and my granddaughter. There's nothing one could be more greatful for."

[femme_du_chat]

Selina feels much the same way about this house at times but she also has come to appreciate a lot of things about it.

When it comes her turn to say what she's thankful for, she's obviously been thinking about it. "I'm thankful for the friends and family I've managed to keep. I'm thankful for second chances."

[oracle_watching]

Babs smiles. "I'm also thankful for second chances. My husband, my daughter, my father ... I hope we never run out of second chances."

[_darkknight_]

Bruce's gaze settles on Selina for a long, silent moment, features still. What he's thinking, who knows?

[femme_du_chat]

Selina certainly doesn't. She's said it before, there are times when she'd love to be able to poke around in his head. Just to have a better idea of how things work in there. Turning from smiling at Barbara, she smiles back at Bruce's gaze.