Playing badminton with a little kid like you should've been a breeze, totally easy, right? No.

Out of all your family members, not only were you the youngest, you weren't really the most active person in the world.

You liked the arts; writing, painting, reading, playing instruments, but sports? God no, you could never get into that at all. Though, you had the heart to go to your older sibling's games and scream your lungs out in support of them, even if you didn't pay attention to the game at all and just them.

Back to you, it was a game against you and the eldest of your brothers and sisters, Dick. You were surprisingly good at badminton, and it was an understatement to say you were winning by a lot; 174 to 110, obviously you had the higher score.

Your adoptive brother thought it would be a walk in the park, but 18 rounds in and he was losing. But, because you're the tiniest, he had to be nice. Not now though.

You were tired and huffing, and he was tired and huffing.

You managed to get 9 points in a row, and that was when he snapped. Throwing a fit, he threw the poor racket on the ground while you stood there, confused.

"Why are you so good?! This was supposed to be another easy game for me, wasn't it?" Dick demanded, then slumped over in defeat. I mean, not even Tim, Damian, or Jason could beat you! And he thought they were all bluffs.