Dick enters the kitchen in a dash. He snatches a bowl, cereal and milk and puts together a quick breakfast. He begins scarfing it down as fast as he can.
Tim is at the table drinking coffee, almost feverishly finishing something on his laptop. The two give each other a morning nod. Patrol ran late last night and both are exhausted. Too exhausted to speak. It's 7:30, too early for words, something they both agree on and appreciate that they agree on. Damian comes in yawing, too tired to acknowledge anyone and starts feeding the dog.
Bruce wanders in just moments later, but stops dead just past the doorway. He's staring at a lamp that is just sitting on the floor near the counter, not plugged in. It's not completely up against the counter, it's closer to the center of the floor. Looks more to be in the way than out of the way.
"Why is this lamp here?" He asks out loud to all before him.
Dick looks up from shoveling his cereal and shrugs, mouth half full. "Was here when I got here."
Damian still crouched down by the food bowl wiping up near the dog turns to Bruce, "Agreed."
"Tim?" Bruce peers waiting for an answer.
Tim is mid sip, puts his coffee down. It appears as if he's struggling to finish reading a sentence before tearing his head away from what he's doing. "What?" He looks at Bruce who's looking puzzled by a lamp. "Oh, that's been there." He says brushing him off.
Bruce blinks in annoyance. "Thank you. Now that we have an established a timeline for the lamp that's on the floor in the middle of the kitchen… Does ANYONE have the answer to my question, which was WHY?
Dick finishes his breakfast and rinses out the bowl of before leaving it in the sink. "Nope. But I'm late." He passes by Bruce.
"So you don't know—"
"— I know nothing about that lamp. Nor any other riveting light fixture mystery. Sorry." He dashes out.
As Dick leaves them, Bruce continues as he heads towards the coffee pot. "Someone has to know something?
"Maybe you should dust it for prints." Tim says in jest. Bruce scowls at him. Tim's packed up his laptop and he's poured the rest of his coffee into a travel mug. He places the mug in the sink. "Well sorry I have no clues for you, but if Dick's late, I'm whatever later than late is."
"Failure, Drake. The word is failure." Damian stands and washes his hands in the sink after the dog is now all set.
Tim raises the travel mug towards Damian and turns toward Bruce with bite in his voice, "And on that note. I'll be going."
"Be careful." Bruce calls after him.
Tim grins "Don't worry, I'll be on the look out for any rogue chandeliers in the road."
"Hm." Bruce is not amused. With a fresh cup of coffee in hand, he's positioned himself by the lamp looking it over.
Damian grabs a protein bar from the cabinet and faces his Father who's all consumed with the out of place furniture. "It's not causing anyone harm. Other than you obsessing over it."
Bruce scoffs ,"I'm not obsessing. I'm concerned. All three of you just ignored this."
"The non-threatening lamp? Yes, I believe all three of us figured we could stand down." He snickers. "It's not a big deal. ... I better be off to school….unless you want to retrace the lamp's steps or—"
"—I'll meet you in the car." Bruce rolls his eyes as his youngest smirks and leaves him.
On the way to the garage Damian passes Alfred who is dusting a table in the hall. "Good Morning Master Damian." He greets him pleasantly.
"Good Morning Pennyworth. You might want to check on Father, he's in the kitchen interrogating a lamp."
Damian opens the door to the garage and hears Bruce yell at a moderate volume with some gruff in his voice, "Alfred! Why is this lamp in the kitchen?"