You were Bruce’s ‘normal child’. The only one who wasn’t wrapped in kevlar to fight crime every night. But still you got anxiety, depression, and insomnia that hung over the entire house, the only separation between you and your siblings was you had ‘no excuse’. Inside jokes circled around the manor often, but when you asked for an explanation all you got was ‘you just had had be there’.

Tonight was supposed to be about you.

You were the one dressed formally, you were the one on the stage, you were the one about to perform the biggest show you’ve ever had...yet nobody was there. Weeks of reminding your family and still only silence pushed back.

Bruce Wayne was known for always being there when one of his children are performing, and yet….there was no billionaire in the front row. Or in the auditorium. Nor any of the rest of the family. Had they mistaken the date? There was no way they could have, you reminded them all that morning.

Are you even worth being a Wayne?

Yes. You were worthy, Alfred said so, he said you were important. The old butler hadn’t lied. He never lied. You hoped he didn’t lie…

But then why were you alone? No one from ‘your’ family was there. Then the only explanation was that something was wrong with you.