A brisk knock on the door was what woke Jace from his trance and meditative thoughts. He had been thinking over each of his parents' requests once more trying to calculate which would be better. So far, he was still stuck.

"Jace, I have dinner ready, if you are hungry," Alfred alerted him in his old, accented voice. Jace yawned as he sat up, stretching his arms out above his head. Dinner already? he thought out bring his arms back down and cracking his knuckles before standing and walking to the door. Jace put on his innocent facade before he opened the door wide to see the white haired butler waiting expectantly.

"I am actually," he lied in a shy mumble, smiling slightly at Alfred.

"Well, right to the kitchen," Alfred instructed, giving him a warm smile in return, "I shall go wake Miss Haven and see if she wants anything."

"Is she, uh... Is Haven alright?" Jace asked curiously, keeping his voice lowered. Alfred sighed.

"I believe she will be just fine.. Master Bruce is a very busy man, as you know, and he can never seem to find time for Haven in it.. He hasn't been able to since she was very young; I'm surprised she hasn't done this before.. But, I managed to slip a sleeping pill into her hot chocolate, and sedated her. She was very distressed, as you could very well see," Alfred explained to Jace, shaking his head sadly.

"Oh," Jace said simply. It surprised Jace, too, that it was the first time Haven had thrown a tantrum if all she said was true.

"He means well, of course," Alfred told Jace, "He just.. doesn't know any better." And with that, Alfred walked off towards the direction of Haven's bedroom, leaving Jace to turn the other way and find his way to the kitchen. However, Alfred did not go to Haven's room first. Instead he continued down the corridor until he reached Mr. Wayne's door. He didn't bother knocking, but instead opened it to see the man on the ground doing one armed pushups.

"Alfred," the man grunted, ducking his head so his butler could not see his face, tear streaked and red eyed, "I wish you would knock once and awhile.."

"Master Bruce, you need to get ready to come down to dinner," Alfred said flatly, his words a command.

"Dinner?" Mr. Wayne asked in surprise, stopping what he was doing and looking up at his butler, "Alfred, I have to go soon. I told Lucious-"

"I have told Lucious to reschedule your meeting for an hour later than originally planned," Alfred notified Mr. Wayne, "Now, get ready for dinner. I must go wake Haven." Mr. Wayne's jaw dropped at Alfred's boldness. He had changed the appointment time? That was very important.

"Alfred," Mr. Wayne said angrily, standing up, "what is all this about?!"

"This is about your daughter, Master Wayne," Alfred snapped back coldly, eyes narrowed at Mr. Wayne, "Or have you already forgotten the happenings of earlier today?" Mr. Wayne looked down, suddenly lost for words as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Alfred, I-"

"Will be getting ready for dinner," Alfred finished for him, and when Mr. Wayne glared at him, he went on to say, "It is the least you can do for Haven. Dinner, four times a week if not more."

"And what will you do if I refuse?" Mr. Wayne questioned his butler, eyebrows in high arcs. Alfred gave the man a sly smile.

"I believe you will have to find out," Alfred told him before leaving the room, this time to truly go to Haven who was no longer asleep.

Haven had woken up around an hour before but had continued to feign sleep as she laid on her green blankets, remembering the old days of her childhood when her father had been around at least most of the time, save for nights when he would work only a few hours. She didn't know what had happened, truthfully. It just seemed as if he had slowly increased his hours until he was out dusk until dawn...

"Miss Haven?" Alfred's voice broke her from her thoughts, "Miss Haven, are you awake?"

"Yes, Alfred," Haven called back softly.

"Are you hungry, Miss Haven? Master Bruce and Jace shall be joining us for-"

"I'm not hungry, Alfred," Haven told Alfred, betraying her stomach. She really was hunger, but she just didn't want to see her father. She heard Alfred sigh behind the door.

"Are you sure, Miss?" he continued questioning. She didn't respond, and soon Alfred was trudging away from her door. As soon as she knew he was gone, Haven got up from bed and walked to where her board was on the floor. Sighing, she picked it up and hung it back on the wall. Some of the articles were a bit ripped.. but she was glad Jace hadn't let her destroy it.

After she had picked up the destroyed and torn papers on the ground, Haven went to her window and lifted it up so fresh air rushed inside. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. She hadn't actually been outside in quite some time. When she was younger, Alfred used to take her to the park... Sometimes her father had even accompanied them.

Haven frowned at the memories. Not because they weren't good memories, but because it was so long ago. Her eyes were grazing along the tree line that marked the back of the Wayne Manor property as she thought, when suddenly something caught her attention. A flash of white. Haven's brows furrowed and she squinted her eyes as if that would help her see. It didn't really, but at the moment a man stepped out from behind a tree. A man with a face painted like a clown, stringy hair dyed green, and clothed in a purple suit. Haven's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Joker. However, then Haven blinked. And when her eyes reopened, the Clown Prince of Crime was gone.

Had she imagined it? Yes, she had to have. Probably some side effect to the sleeping pill Alfred had so cleverly smuggled into her drink earlier. Still, Haven shut the window and locked it, before pulling the curtain closed. She felt anxious suddenly.. Scared to be alone.

"Perhaps I will have dinner," Haven mumbled, rushing out of her room. She practically ran down the hall, paranoia creeping upon her as a light flickered. When she finally reached the dining, she was shaking. The three men looked up to see her as she composed herself.

"It's nice to see you have joined us Miss Haven," Alfred smiled, standing to go fetch her a plate of what looked like chicken. He hadn't noticed her body ever so slightly trembling, but the keen eyes of Jace and Mr. Wayne had.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Wayne asked softly and tentatively, not sure if she would respond and wondering if she was still mad at him.

"Uh, yes," Haven mumbled, letting a small, false smile lay upon her lips, "Just a nightmare, dad." And though he did not believe it, Mr. Wayne nodded, just happy his daughter had answered him.

From there, dinner went with limited conversation. Mr. Wayne left as soon as Alfred dismissed everyone from the table, disappearing to who knows where. Haven, however, remained with Alfred, still nervous. Eventually, though, she was sent to bed with a reminder that in the morning school would be starting at nine sharp.