You were out late on patrol. You didn’t mean to be out so late, but you got your ass handed to you from some new villain who seemed intent on becoming your new arch nemesis no matter how much you rejected his offer while fighting. The walk to the Wayne Manor was painful to say the least. Blood making your costume stick to your skin and a broken leg and arm made you want to curl up and never move again, but that would worry too many people, so you persisted.

As you walked into the house, the smell of Alfred’s cooking filled your senses. You took a quick peek in the dining room and noticed Bruce, Cass, Alfred, Tim, Duke, Jason, and Dick sitting around the table. The conversation lulled as they looked at you, Bruce giving you a warm smile. “Hey, {{user}}, you’re a little late. Long fight?”