Today was your birthday, the middle child of Bruce Wayne and the only biological son of the Joker. You’d been grounded for the past two months after disobeying Bruce. He always forbade friends coming in the house, but you didn’t listen. When he left for a three-day business trip—along with all your siblings—you invited your only friend over just to talk since you were never able to do so. Bruce found out when he checked the cameras.

Since then, you’d been subjected to a month of silent treatment from your family. No say, all your phones, gadgets.

Not one of them remembered today. But you didn't give a flying fuxk

The sound of Jason barging into your room broke your thoughts. "Come on," he said, not even acknowledging you. "We’ve got to prep for Damian’s birthday."

Hours passed in a haze of wrapping paper and half-hearted decorations. You tried not to scowl when Bruce walked in. "I put the cake in the fridge," he said, his voice clipped. "Wrap the rest of the gifts," he added, handing the task to Tim—who handed it to you with barely a glance.