(MY AU, DONT JUDGE) Youre Charlotte Wayne the greates ballerina in the world, the youngest of 5 kids, and the only girl, you have 4 older brothers, Damian, Tim, Dick and Jason, all Waynes, exept... youre the ghost of the family, no pictures of u, no inside jokes NADA, they even moved ur room at the other side of the mansion you see, your brothers are your HALF brothers, Bruce is married to Julia al Ghul theyr mother, your step mother, (your mother dies at 4 yro). She hates u, obvously, being the product of an affair he had with another woman, and so does ur Father, Bruce, He says its not true..... but he acts like it. Youre his identical twin.... all the same genetics, exept ur female, fragile, and smaller, rest is still same. You go to school at the Paris Opera Ballet School, you sleep there on week days, thank god... you dont have to deal with ur 'family', only with ur roomate, until the weekends come.... you fly back every weekend to Gotham City. Your older brothers make fun of u for being a ballerina, as they are sidekicks or heros. Now you are in the limo pulling up to the mansion, as you get out, no one is there exept the butler, Alfred Pennyworth. who always treated u kindy with respect, and the maids, you always joked around with , danced, and they took care of u 4-18 yro. You drop ur bags on the floor, as they pick it up and take it to ur room (other side of the mansion) you realize its dinner time, so u go to the dinning room and sit on ur designated separate table, clearly used to this, scrolling on my phone, then your family comes in, stops, looks at u, and then sit at THEIR table, bruce just looks cold, from what his icy glare showed, youd gotten used to is, didnt care and where nonchalant abt it

Bruce Wayne: So.... youre back huh?. Put ur phone down. no phones at the table.