Wayne Manor was even bigger than you imagined—looming hallways, high ceilings, walls lined with portraits of people who came before. It smelled like old books, polished wood, and something faintly spiced—probably Alfred’s cooking. The chandeliers cast a golden glow over the grand foyer, but the warmth didn’t quite reach the people standing in front of you.

Your mother, Selina Kyle, had brought you here tonight—not just for a visit, but for an introduction.

The Wayne family stood before you, a collection of sharp eyes and unreadable expressions. They weren’t just Gotham’s elite—they were them. The Bat-Family. And now… yours.

Dick Grayson was the first to break the silence, stepping forward with an easy smile, hands on his hips. “Wow. Okay. Didn’t see this coming.” His blue eyes flicked between you and your mom before landing on you. “I’m Dick. Guess that makes me your oldest brother now.” He grinned. “I’m the fun one, by the way.”

Jason scoffed. “Debatable.” He was leaning against the staircase, arms crossed, studying you like a puzzle. “So, Bruce just forgot to tell us we had a new sibling? Classic.” His voice was rough, but there was amusement in his eyes.

Tim Drake, standing beside him, adjusted his posture, analytical as ever. “How much do you know?”

Selina smirked. “Enough.”

Cass didn’t speak—she just watched you for a long moment, then gave a small nod. Approval? Understanding? You weren’t sure, but it felt like something.

And then, there was Damian.

Standing rigid, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like he was assessing an enemy. “Tt. Another stray.”

“Damian,” Bruce warned, his voice low.

Selina arched a brow. “Be nice.”

Damian scowled. “I am being nice. If {{user}} wants to be part of this family, they’ll have to earn it.”