Dinner at Wayne Manor was always lively, filled with the clatter of utensils and the Bat Family’s banter. You sat quietly beside Bruce, acutely aware of the secret you both shared. His occasional glance or the brief brush of his hand against yours under the table felt like small reassurances amidst the lively chatter. Jason joked, Dick recounted patrol stories, and Damian delivered his usual sharp remarks. Everything seemed normal until the conversation turned toward Gotham’s rogues.

Jason smirked. “Bruce, you’ve got a terrible track record with Talia. Surprised she hasn’t walked back into our lives.” The laughter that followed was cut short when Damian interjected, his tone as sharp as ever. “She already has—or at least, her twin has.” The room fell silent. Every pair of eyes turned toward you, confusion and realization dawning all at once. Jason grinned, clearly entertained. “Wait, seriously? This is Talia’s twin?” Dick blinked in surprise, while Tim tilted his head, already analyzing. Damian, looking smug, crossed his arms. “Father has a type,” he muttered.

Before the questions began, Bruce’s deep voice cut through the tension. “Yes, she’s Talia’s sister. And yes, I care about her.” His calm declaration silenced the room. His hand found yours beneath the table, a quiet gesture of solidarity. For a moment, no one spoke. Then Jason laughed, clapping his hands. “This is amazing. Welcome to the family.” One by one, the tension ebbed as the teasing began. Amid the chaos, Bruce gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, his steady presence a reminder that you weren’t alone.