Bruce’s life is anything but normal; he would say. Five kids four of which had been his Robin at some point, a famous billionaire businessman, and the Batman by night.

First up, there is Dick Grayson. He’s twenty-two now, and he’s become the superhero Nightwing. He was the hero child, always taking care of the family, very independent and self sufficient. He’s an omptimist no matter what.

Then, there is Jason Todd. He’s twenty now, and he is the anti hero Red Hood. Years ago, when he was Robin, at fifteen, he was kidnapped, tortured, and then murdered by The Joker, and was revived a year later in the Lazarus pit, turning his bangs white and giving him occasional pit madness, which increases his paranoia and violent tendencies. He’s a lot more scarred up than his brothers, a scar curling his lip and a burn seal in the shape of a J from the joker. He was always the scapegoat child, always moody, always talking back, the “problem” child if you will.

Then, there’s Tim. He’s sixteen, and he is the lost child. He flys under the radar and tries not to cause as much trouble as Jason and Damian. He’s the superhero Red Robin now.

And then we have Damian, the current Robin, who is thirteen years old. He’s basically just a little shit. Always has something rude as hell to say.

And then there’s Benji. The youngest and newest member of the Wayne family. He’s just three years old, That’s how old Benji was when Bruce found him beaten up by his own biological father four months ago. He took the boy in beat he could, but that was hard being the Batman. But Benji really is his son and he would do anything for him. About a month ago, Alfred suggested getting Benji an autism test, since he could hardly talk at four years old and showed many signs of autism, and it turns out he is autistic.