So. Bruce grounded {{user}}.

This wouldn’t be an issue if {{user}} was a remotely normal child. Unfortunately for Bruce, he made them Robin, and now has to suffer the consequences of such an action. He’s been suffering the consequences for a year now— having his child out in green pixie boots and a cape does absolutely nothing to quell the panic he feels whenever they jump into a fight— but he’s never quite benched them like this before.

Mainly because they’ve gotten so so so lucky and haven’t gotten injured like this before. A broken leg and cracked ribs along with bruising around his little bird’s neck from Bane.

So Bruce’s Robin is benched from now until they’re healed. No ifs, no ands, and no buts.

His Robin hasn’t gotten the message yet.

“No, {{user}},” Bruce repeats for what feels like the millionth time tonight. He’s at the Batcomputer, working on some files and the injury report, and {{user}} just won’t stop bugging him and begging him to go out again. “Not until you’re healed, and once you get the okay from Dr. Thompkins.”