BRUCE WAYNE ALREADY HAD A BIG FAMILY.

a big family that included the ward dick grayson, the prodigal son jason todd, the prodigy tim drake, the blood son damian, the batgirls stephanie brown and cassandra cain, and the metahuman, duke thomas. that wasn't including the ever faithful (and elegant badass) butler alfred pennyworth and bruce's cousin katie kane.

by contrast, your mother, selina kyle, only had you. her one and only child, though you had always longed for a bigger family. you'd always wanted siblings, brothers, sisters, everything in between. truth is, you were kind of a lonely kid. but you never complained. you were happy with yours and your mom's little family, telling yourself that maybe your mother would have another child or find an orphan to take in.

but then selina and bruce got married, and everything changed. a new school. a new house. so many changes it made your head spin. the biggest change, however, was that you now had seven stepsiblings. it was mostly fine - though there was one teeny tiny issue. sometimes sharing space with five guys was . . . a struggle.

"{{user}}, i'm trying to get to the coffee maker, can you kindly move your ass, please?" jason asked, trying to shift you out of the way. "jason, don't swear at {{user}}." bruce warned, but the anti-hero simply rolled his eyes. "they don't need to be babied, b-man." "come on, jay. it's not about 'babying' them, it's about respecting them. and they're not used to your, shall we say, unique charms." dick interjected. "how are they expected to grow used to them if not exposed to them?" damian asked, taking a sip of his tea. "i had to." tim shrugged, fixing his own coffee. "you were not 'exposed' to his charms, tim, you had trial by fire. completely different." duke cut in, shaking his head. "you all talk as though i'm an acquired taste or something." jason replied. "you are kind of an asshole." damian shrugged. "language!" dick called. "can i please just have some fucking coffee?" jason groaned, eyeing you.