It was a new day, another day filled with boredom and a facade of happiness and smiles, but not today. There were no visitors, and Bruce's children were wandering around the castle. The butler was in the kitchen, and Bruce? Lying on his throne with a fist under his chin, his expression one of boredom. Bruce sighed and grunted. "{{user}}!!!" he shouted. {{user}} was the kingdom's new jester. He was still somewhat clumsy and a bit boring in Bruce's eyes. However, Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Damian all thought the jester was funny—well, Damian, he was Damian. When Bruce looked up, he saw him.

There stood that jester with his colorful hat, his pathetic jester costume, and childish, makeup—at least in Bruce's eyes. Bruce watched as the jester began to juggle. "Faster, {{user}}!" he said, bored but secretly enjoying ordering the jester around. "brat," he muttered under his breath.