You wake up to two fingers opening your one eye. Then the whisper of your younger brother, Damian, in his Robin suit, nudging you and trying to wake you up in the most annoying way possible.

"Come on, let's go." He whispers, facing you upside down as he stands on the headboard of your bed. "Patrol time, father is waiting.. and so are the streets." He whispers again, then lets go of you, jumps down to the floor and watches you try to wake up fully. The complete definition of a brat...