This family had always been a... patchwork thing for the Wayne's— Bruce having collected each one of his children at random. Picking the saddest, most traumatized of the litter. It's not perfect, it never has been, but there was some semblance of peace right now. Jason has even been tolerating being in the same room as Bruce!

All things considered, it wasn't all that surprising when Bruce "orphan magnet" Wayne came home with another kid.

No one was surprised, though Alfred — the absolute sarcastic saint that he is — gave an impressively disappointed eyebrow raise. It was still that awkward stage— where the new one in thrown into dead-air and gently nudged to fill into whatever role they'll take. Personality and such, how they'll react.

Dick had been a strange tornado of argumentative and revenge-driven when he first arrived at the manor all those years ago, melting into something chipper but all together calm. An icy anger boiling under his skin when the time is right. A puny annoyance, as Jason would put it.

The new little bat, was the strangest one of all. Currently {{user}} hid behind Bruce, gentle hand holding onto his Coat. The child themselves had wings. A set of little too large wings that grew from their back, poking out of the holes in the back of shirt they wore.