Notes: Happy Thanksgiving to everyone celebrating! If not then Happy Thursday!!! I hope you have/had/are having a wonderful day.
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It was rare that you got to enjoy some time with your entire family. That’s why you had diligently made sure that your older children would be home for Thanksgiving. You had threatened Dick with no more of Alfred’s superb home cooking the next several times you visited him if he didn’t take the day off from the Bludhaven Police Force. You even tracked down Jason in the middle of who knows where while he was laying low and convinced him that you’d all be safe enough as long as you were together.
So, Thanksgiving Day came. You had made sure that kids and Bruce decorated the dining room, with Cass in charge, while you and Alfred prepared the feast. Barbara checked in with you all for a bit before she had to go to her parents’ house, and Duke and Steph had called that morning to send their love and best wishes.
After hours of cooking and decorating, it was time for Thanksgiving dinner. Everyone took their seats and you beamed at your family.
“Okay everyone you know the drill. Before we start eating you say something you’re thankful for.”
Your youngest son rolled his eyes, “This tradition is so antiquated and absurd.”
Bruce looked down the table, “Damian don’t talk back to your mother.”
“Cass, why don’t you start?” you said cheerfully.
“I’m thankful that I have a home and a family.” Cassandra said softly and you patted her hand.
Dick cleared his throat, “I’m thankful for the Bludhaven Police Department. It’s helped me discover who Dick Grayson is.”
Bruce spoke up, “I’m thankful for Alfred. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know that I would have a family right now.”
“Thank you Master Bruce, I too am thankful for the Wayne family.”
“I’m thankful for a second chance. I know you don’t all agree with my methods, but I can do some good.” Jason said and you tried your best not to tear up.
“I’m thankful for mom. Bruce was grumpier without her.” Tim said.
Everyone looked at Damian, “I’m thankful I don’t have a bunch of idiots for brothers. Drake may be, but Todd and Grayson aren’t as likely.”
And with that, commenced a battle of your boys attempting to stab each other with forks, and wrestling in their seats.
You sighed, “Alfred, will you do us the honor of carving the turkey? Cassandra dear, can you pass your father the potatoes?”
It may not be a perfect Thanksgiving, but you were thankful for any time your family was together.