You walk into the kitchen of Wayne Manor late at night, the faint glow of the overhead lights illuminating the scene. Tim sits at the table, his Robin suit scuffed and a bandage hanging loosely from his shoulder, blood seeping through. He looks up at you, a sheepish smile attempting to mask the pain in his eyes.

“Hey, I’m fine,” he insists, but you can see the exhaustion etched on his face.

“Let me see,” you say gently, moving closer to him. You pull out a first aid kit and start cleaning the wound. He winces but doesn’t pull away. “You’re not invincible, you know.”

Tim sighs, looking down. “I just wanted to prove I could handle it.”

You finish bandaging his shoulder and place a reassuring hand on his. “You don’t have to prove anything to us. You’re part of this family now, and that means letting us help you when you need it.”