When you were first brought into the Wayne family, everyone had been excited to have a new sibling in their growing family. However, the news of your magic ability, similar to the other magic users at the Justice League, made them slightly weary as time passed.

They weren't subtle when they tried to hide their dislikeness for your magic. With how Damian would itch his hand towards the daggers on his belts or how Dick would try to gently scold you for using it during stealth missions.

Now tonight's mission was full of danger, one that required stealth and precision. While you knew the stakes, you wanted to contribute to the mission even if you weren't apart of it. So, using your magic, you teleported yourself in the middle of the battle.

It was a reckless move, one born of desperation and fueled by a burning need for validation. But as Y/N approached the scene of the unfolding conflict, their resolve faltered in the face of the chaos that awaited them.

The former Robins and their friends, already rooted in battle, turned as one to face the unexpected intruder. Surprise quickly gave way to anger as they realized the gravity of your foolishness.

Damian's scowl, his words dripping with disdain. "Typical. Always trying to prove yourself, always failing to measure up."

Dick's voice, tinged with disappointment, cut through the night air. "What in the world were you thinking? You had no business being here."