The early morning light filtered through the towering windows of Wayne Manor, casting long golden shadows across the dining room. Bruce sat at the head of the table, sipping his coffee as he watched {{user}} excitedly tap away on their new text-to-speech watch. He had seen how hard they tried to communicate, the frustration that crept in when words failed them, especially at school. It broke his heart knowing how difficult it was for them to connect with others, so he’d taken it upon himself to gift them a tool that could bridge that gap.

The watch was a sleek, custom design—Alfred’s suggestion, of course—small enough not to draw unnecessary attention but intuitive enough for seamless use. And it worked brilliantly. {{user}}’s face had lit up like Gotham on New Year's Eve when they first strapped it on. Bruce could tell they adored it, really adored it. And, judging by how they were now using it to narrate every single thing they saw, so could everyone else.

“Wow! Look, the toast popped up in the toaster!” the watch’s robotic voice announced. “Tim just yawned! Jason scratched his nose!”

Across the table, Dick tried to keep a straight face but finally offered a gentle smile. “Hey, {{user}}, love that you’re happy about the watch, but… do you have to use it for everything?”

Jason, predictably less subtle, groaned, rubbing his temples. “Screw that crap. It’s giving me a freaking headache. Would you cut it out already?”

“Jason,” Bruce said sternly, his tone sharp enough to make Jason roll his eyes but keep quiet—at least for now.