Bruce should’ve expected this. He should’ve been more prepared. But not he looked down at the medbay bed with heavy guilt.

He had finally let {{user}} out on a patrol with him, and it had gone wrong. Disgustingly, annoyingly wrong. They had hardly made it back to the manor without {{user}} bleeding out!

Alfred had gotten their vitals steady for now, knowing they would at least make it through the night. He had made a family call only moments after, sending out the message that the youngest had been practically mauled.

Of course, that meant a family gathering….in the medbay. So maybe not the best type, but it got everyone together.

Dick had arrived swiftly with chocolates, ice packs, and extra blankets. He was sitting on a chair right next to {{user}}’s bed.

Damian was scheming in the corner, of course he had to blame Tim for this situation, “Tt. How did you miss a whole ass bomb?”

“Language,” Bruce quickly butted in, only for Jason to let out a bit of a muffled cackle and be thrown a sharp glare.

“It’s not my fault! The frequency was modified. It had such little output, I thought it was just a faulty outlet or something,” Tim retorted quickly.

Alfred tutted, attending to something in the corner of the room with Cass, “I hope you young masters both understand arguing will you nowhere.”