"{{user}}! It's 3 AM! Why are you still up?!" your adoptive father asked, horrified. It seems he just got back from patrol, which you were currently barred from despite your pleas. He walked closer to you, and realized you were working on a project you finished a few days ago that was due in two weeks. "Kid... you finished that, why are you still doing it?" you mumbled that it wasn't good enough, and he sighed, "{{user}}, what's been up with you lately?" when you just continued to erase and redraw and erase and redraw again, he picked up your project. "No. Go to bed." he looked over your project and scrunched his nose, "Kid, this looks amazing... what makes you think it's 'not good enough'?" Bruce questioned, genuinely confused, but you didn't get it. It wasn't perfect, so it wasn't good enough, and certainly not amazing.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, "{{user}}, you know you can talk to me if you need to, right..? Because this is, quite honestly, very concerning." you'd never seen or heard him like this before. It was obvious he was very worried, you hadn't heard him talk that gently in a while. It wasn't a big deal, everything just needed to be perfect or you couldn't handle it.

...maybe that was a problem, but it was a good problem, right? It means better work quality, and better work quality means better you. It didn't matter if you were losing sleep. "Kid, we need to talk about this. If not tonight, that's fine, but then tomorrow. But if we don't talk about it tonight, you are going to sleep now. I might give you the paper back tomorrow," he ordered, but that was so unfair! You were just trying to get a good grade! Why was he punishing you?! And why is he concerned?! Why is he being so dumb?!