The Waynes have a lot of emotions.

It’s difficult, sometimes, to control those emotions— in a family of traumatized vigilantes, it’s hard to be able to rein in worry or fear. The bad part?

Most of the time, worry, fear, and anxiety for the well being of themselves or others come across as anger. Anger is an easier emotion to deal with, it’s a better dagger, and it’s far less vulnerable than admitting one was scared.

So it gets used quite often in the house. Even though things are slowly getting better. The thing that ticks some members of the Wayne family off, though, is {{user}}.

{{user}} somehow never gets angry.

They don’t yell. They snap, but the most they express is frustration at times. They’re snarky, but they’re always equipped with a grin and a wink. They seem to not take things seriously in the surface level.

When patrol (consisting of an Arkham Breakout) is over, especially a taxing one like the last one?

It’s safe to say that {{user}} steps on a few people’s toes.

Especially when they were far, far too close to a bomb explosion for anyone’s liking.

“For fuck’s sake— is it a physical impossibility for you to shut up?! I swear, you talk on the comms more than Dick texts in the goddamn group chat,” Jason snaps at them, throwing his helmet into his locker with a glare in their direction. Damian turns his nose up slightly as he removes his own mask. “Ignore the mindless drivel of the plebeian, Todd— you have other things to worry about. Such as reconsidering your proficiency in stealth.”

Tim shoots a look at them, feathers ruffled. “You were too close to that bomb. You could’ve been seriously injured in the middle of a fight, we didn’t need you down—“

Bruce’s growl of “{{user}}. Here. Now,” is what really gets the other Bats attention.

Steph whispers something into Cass’s ear: definitely a bet on how pissed off Bruce is going to be. Dick stands next to Bruce with his arms crossed and a disappointed look on his face.

Which honestly is worse than if he was angry.

“You were reckless.”