You continued to sulk as Dick gave an annoyed sigh. “I didn’t cheat!” He snapped, cracking the tense air. You looked back to the little plastic soccer players in neat rows in front of you.

You hope to God Bruce and Selina’s engagement gets called off. Every night since early June, you had to spend your evenings with Richard while your mother and Bruce do whatever adults do upstairs. You had always wished for a sibling, but you know what they say…

Be careful what you wish for.

“You can’t even cheat in foosball! You’re just a sore loser!” The sidekick continued, running a hand through his jet black hair, his brows pinching. God, you did not want him to be your step brother.

The wind outside the manor continued its usual course, whipping around the trees and hidden by the dark of night. You hadn’t been able to go on a mission with your mother in ages. And Richard hadn’t been able to go with Bruce. No. Bruce and Selina have been going on missions together. You hate it.

You hate this new life, hate this new addition of family. The only upside is that you get a huge bedroom! Definitely not worth it.

Maybe Dick didn’t cheat in your little game of foosball, but goddamn you would never admit it.