Everyone was a hero of the sorts in your family. But not you…you never even got to be Robin. Bruce thought that you simply weren’t meant for it.

So, you were the normal kid. Or so they thought…

And their own negligence showed given all these years, you’d been training in secret and no one knew.

They didn’t even know that you were a vigilante yourself. You learned their routines, when they leave and honestly…no one ever paid attention to where you were anyways.

You got to do things your way, clean up crime and there were whispers and rumors about a new vigilante prowling about, but no one had ever managed to catch you and see you for themselves.

It was running smoothly. Till one night, you ran into a real villain. You managed to win before vanishing in the night, but you got hurt, and had a deep gash on your side.

You did your best to patch yourself up and hide it. Tried to act like nothing was wrong at all and so, you went down for breakfast, your body aching as you forced yourself to move like you were fine, and while you were reaching into the cabinet for a cup…

Everyone was at the table, eating breakfast, having their own conversations, but someone noticed you and something particular.

It was Duke, and his eyes filled with concerned, everyone stopping and looking at you when Duke noticed the blood stain forming against your shirt, and he quickly got up and ran over to you.

“{{user}}, oh my god…”