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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Jim listens to Dick, watching him as he looks to Bruce. He wears something of an odd expression, perhaps a cross between knowing and confusion...but who knows what that's all about?
Selina looks at Bruce, as he hasn't said what he's thankful for yet. Not sure what she's expecting from him. As she does so, she makes a note to herself to ask Alfred what he's thankful for later.
No, Bruce hasn't spoken yet. He glances at Tim, that thoughtful expression returning, then he murmurs, "Well, I'm thankful for Alfred, because without him I'd starve." He sends a meaningful look at his butler and picks up the carving knife in preparation to slice up the turkey.
There is no hiding Jim's eagerness to take a bite of turkey. He takes a moment, however, to clasp Bab's hand and give her a look. The look says, "I'm lucky to be your dad and I'm glad that you're my kid." Rarely does Jim express this kind of affection, but he feels the rush of affection and decides to act on it. She is, after all, one heck of a daughter.
I'm thankful I'm still here, because I nearly wasn't. I'm thankful that Tim trusted his instincts a few months back.
His eyes flick briefly over to Bruce.
I'm thankful for having a beautiful, healthy daughter, the most amazing woman I know as my wife, and a family I can depend on no matter what.
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