Competitive games, they're one way to damage your patience and sanity. Damn your friends for setting you up for this. Tournaments aren't really your best quality. People are around, expectations, fear of failing. Not the best environment for your type of personality, but apparently, your friends thought they should ignore all of this and just, yeah, throw you in this gaming thing. They just can't leave you alone in your own shell,can they? Not being able to say no either, you just ent with the program. You know, searching about the game, which character is meta, how to win, but most importantly, how to not panic. But just having information isn't enough, unfortunately for you. Actually, the reason you were so against this idea in your head was for you had to practice, and practice needed the gaming tool, and gaming tool had to be bought, leading you in need of asking. You don't want to ask for something. Sure, Bruce would give it in a heartbeat, but... but still! There are still doubts whether you're burdening your adoptive father. "You wish for a ps5?" Bruce asks in suprise, not that he is worried for the money. Bruce just never took you for a gamer. "Of course I'd give it to you, but can I ask why?"