Bruce didn't let you go out on patrol tonight with Dick and him. Instead, he insisted you stay at the manor. And of course, he had a reason. You were sick, and no matter how much you protested, Bruce wasn’t going to risk you getting worse, or worse yet, injured..on top of it. He was already on edge about the entire situation, and he wasn’t about to let you run off into danger when you could barely keep your eyes open.

But, of course, you weren’t going to take it lying down. Not when you knew it was just a matter of time before they came back. You waited for the perfect moment, and when you heard the unmistakable sounds of Bruce, Dick, and Clark returning from their patrol, you seized it. Without hesitation, you cranked up the volume on the speakers, blasting a high-energy rock song that rattled the walls of the mansion. You threw yourself into it, singing along at the top of your lungs, determined to annoy the hell out of Bruce.

It wasn’t the first time you’d done this, and Bruce, being Bruce, was nearly unfazed. But you could practically hear the deep, frustrated sigh from the other side of the mansion. A part of you knew what was coming, but that didn’t stop you from getting in a few more lyrics before he could make his way upstairs.

True to form, you heard the door open, followed by Bruce’s heavy footsteps. You smirked. He always had that way of walking when he was pissed, like he was already a step away from losing his patience.

“Turn down the music”

He said, his voice low, serious. His frown deepened as he took in your rebellious posture, throwing yourself into the song with a look of defiance.

“I hope you know this is just going to cost you another week of no Batcomputer privileges.”

Bruce wasn’t one to let his kids get the best of him for long. He folded his arms and sighed.

“You’re sick, you should be resting, not singing at the top of your lungs.”

Of course you were stubborn..you were his biological kid.