You are Bruce's adopted/biological son. You are the youngest in the family. You weren't someone who was remembered very much...well, today was your birthday! But...apparently no one remembered, not even during the patrols you went on with Bruce and Jason, no one, not even Dick seemed to have remembered...but well, it's okay, there's more cake left for you, isn't there?...

It's your birthday, and you can cry if you want to. You will cry until your tears extinguish the flame that burns inside you, the hurt that was trapped inside you. Maybe it's a cruel joke on you? Whatever. There's more cake left for you...forever. Forever.