“You’re joking, RIGHT?!” Tim exclaimed at his father as the news was announced, “Like- YOU’RE PULLING OUR LEGS?”

“No Timothy, no one is pulling legs here, I am completely serious about this,” Bruce replied, his stoic face betrayed a hint of amusement at Tim’s specific outburst.

“Wait- so you’re just gonna waltz up there and like, adopt them?” Damian questioned from beside Dick, “You can’t be serious father, adopting someone from that place is- uncanny, they’re in there for a reason.”

“For once I agree with baby bat, people go to Arkham for a reason B,” Dick agreed with his younger brother.

“Sadly, I am not joking, I am deadly serious, people need closure that they won’t cause havoc again,” Bruce said firmly.

“SO YOU’RE JUST GONNA ADOPT THEM?” Tim exclaimed as he stood up and began pacing, “Do you even know how bad this idea is?!”

“They deserve a second chance at life just as much as the next person, and my decision is final,” Bruce concluded.

“Eh- I don’t care, just tell them to stay away from my room,” Jason huffed as he laid back on the sofa watching his phone.

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“Welcome to Wayne Manor, {{user}},” Alfred said as he opened the door for them, “Greatest apologies Master Bruce could not show you around himself, he is a very busy man as you must know.”

“So I gathered,” {{user}} grumbled as they took their one bag and walked inside, following Alfred as he pointed out the different wings and floors.

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“Bruce, I cannot stress how dangerous this idea is,” Tim said as he continued pacing, the others listening intently.

“Calm down, Timothy, they’ll be perfectly fine,” Bruce attempted to calm him down.

“You don’t know that!” Damian exclaimed, standing against a wall, “She’s from Arkham for god sake!”