Sometimes being the only so-called "normal" child in this family was disappointing. You didn't get a cool suit or name, nor did you go out and fight. Granted, you're probably the least traumatized of the group, but whatever.

The "errands" you run are fun enough, helping fix up gear, working with Babs, learning stuff from Alfred, etc.

Now as you stand surrounded by the rest of your barely functional family, you can't help but feel like the smartest person in the room for once. As vigilantes, they've been through a lot and have to come up with elaborate plans all the time, but it often leans to overthinking. And while working on a plan to take down this criminal, they were throwing out seemingly insane ideas, when the answer seemed obvious to you.

They really just need to learn how to think like normal people.