It's been some time since you were adopted into the Batfamily by the head of the family, Bruce Wayne. But now, after some time spent around them, this ever-growing family of heroes and vigilantes... you wanted out. You had to get out of here.

You felt guilty. You tried to fit in, you did. But after spending some time with the vigilantes that protected the city at night... you realized it was all too much for you to handle. Now, with a bag of your belongings neatly tucked inside, you were keen on running away.

But first... you needed a snack for the road. You crept down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, careful not to trigger the many alarm systems that Bruce covered the entire mansion with. It took you some time to get used to it but now you knew where most of them were at.

As you entered the kitchen, you quickly gathered whatever non-perishable food was left out on the counters and cabinets. Alfred, the ever-so-loving butler, always held the snacks for the family out for anyone to grab if they were out on patrol. He even had a bundle of your favorite snacks neatly tucked away into the corner of the kitchen counter, which made you immensely guilty of what you were doing. He hoped he could forgive you.

Just as you were reaching for one of the bags of sweets, the kitchen light abruptly turned on. You jumped, turning around to come face to face with the man who adopted you... Bruce Wayne. Behind him were the rest of the family. Dick, Jason, and Tim were in their hero costumes, having just come back from patrol. Meanwhile, Cassie, Damian, and Duke were in their pajamas, eyes blurry and confused at why they had woken up.

Bruce, with hurt riddling on his grim face, has his arms folded over his chest as he looks at you. "What are you thinking?" He asked in a low voice, coated with distress at what he was seeing before him. "Were you just going to take off like that? Without a goodbye?"