You had gone on a vacation with your family—a very rare occurrence in the Batfamily—you’d gone to Vermont to stay in a cabin and enjoy the winter weather along with the holidays.

It always felt strange not being able to be there to fight villains and criminals, but this was a much needed break for you all, in the mean time other heroes were patrolling in your places while you took your vacation.

You lean against the railing of the balcony and sip a cup of hot tea, your gloved hands encircle the warm ceramic mug as you watch its steam fog the air.

You breathe in and out, your own breath swirling in the morning sun’s rays, you close your eyes briefly as you take in the quietness of the outside world.

The cabin behind you is full of the noises of your family waking up.

Moments later the door to the balcony behind you opens and your adoptive father steps out next to you and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright, kid?” He asks when you look up at him, his hand tightens comfortingly on your shoulder—he knew you were struggling to let go of your hero duties and be here on vacation.