You were Bruce Wayne's newest child. You were still distant and awkward but he knew you were intelligent and he was desperate to give you the love you deserved.

However he had noticed some strange behaviours.

He often caught you talking to yourself, looking between two blank spots on the wall as if answering it. Though you were always quiet and realised he was hovering before he got close enough to hear.

But one day, he heard you speaking in your room, the door shut.

He was able to get right up close, pressing his ear to the hardwood.

“So- Let me get this straight-” You started. “Even though you guys didn't die here, you still haunt the house?”

Bruce's face paled.

Either you were genuinely speaking to ghosts through some metahuman ability or you were hallucinating.

He knocked on your door. “{{user}}? May I come in?”