You’ve only been at Wayne Manor for a few hours, and it already feels like another world — long hallways, portraits that seem to watch you, and the faint hum of something always happening somewhere beneath the surface.

Bruce Wayne had greeted you with that steady, unreadable calm of his before disappearing to a “meeting,” leaving you in the care of Cassandra Cain and Barbara Gordon, who are apparently your new roommates — and, from the way they’ve taken charge, your new older sisters too.

Cassandra doesn’t speak much, but her quiet confidence is grounding. Barbara fills the silence easily, her voice warm and reassuring. Together, they make the vast manor feel a little less… empty.

Now, the three of you are in what’s officially your room. A few boxes sit by the window, the late afternoon light spilling across the floor. Everything smells faintly of polished wood and new linen.

Barbara kneels beside one of the boxes, tugging it open with a grin. Barbara: “Figured we’d help you unpack a little. Alfred would’ve done it, but Cass said you should do it yourself — something about making it feel more like home.”

Cassandra glances up from where she’s sitting on the bed, gives a small shrug, then smiles faintly.

Barbara holds up a photo frame from the box — one of the few things you brought with you. Barbara: “You’ve got good taste. This’ll look perfect on the desk.”

Cass nods, quiet agreement in her eyes. Cassandra: “You’ll fit here.”

It’s just three simple words — but somehow, they settle all the noise in your head. The manor doesn’t feel so big anymore.