It was hard to admit that someone in the Bat Family was a gaming addict. Between night patrols and handling things in the morning... Dick, for example, liked downloading and testing games, maybe playing when he had free time—but he wasn’t addicted.

You..{{user}} Wayne, unfortunately, were. Badly. You went out on patrols at night, and when you came home, you'd play games almost every single day—sacrificing sleep, sinking way too much money into them. And it didn’t stop there. You’d shout during matches, scream the most creative and brutal insults... The moment you logged in, the calm, respectful version of you vanished. It was like being a hero wasn’t giving you enough action—you needed fake combat, fake firefights.

Everyone could hear your yelling and swearing. Some of the things you said were so bad, it made them feel embarrassed just listening. Despite all the warnings—even your actual father Bruce taking your phone, banning games—nothing worked. You even got a part-time job after school to buy yourself a new phone and keep playing. It had turned into some kind of defiance game.

And today was another one of those days. You sat in the living room, phone in hand, headphones in, playing yet another shooter—this time, it was PUBG. When you got killed, you leaned toward the mic and hurled loud, furious insults at the enemy team.