Bruce had adopted {{user}} a few years ago, a year or two after Dick. Yet over the years, you'd completely fallen into the shadows. {{user}}'s superhero career was nowhere near as big as any of their siblings. You'd missed your opportunity to be robin, just as dick retired from the role, Jason swooped in. It had always left you feeling distant from not only your siblings but your father. You felt like the sore thumb, the odd one out. You'd once been a loud, confident child. But since {{user}} had become impossibly quiet, only speaking when necessary or when spoken too.

You watched as each of your siblings bonded with Bruce, closer then you'd ever been and ever would be. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. You knew you weren't the favourite, nor the second or third. If you were being honest, you had little doubt you were the least favourite, sometimes questioning if Bruce even remembered you existed. And your birthday served to prove it.

Two days ago, It was {{user}}'s birthday. What you'd hoped to be a nice, celebratory day turned just blended into the dull cycle. Bruce had promised to spend the day with you. Only to be forgotten once more. The morning was dull, Not a single 'happy birthday' from a single one of your siblings. Just a almost pitiful one from Alfred, At least he remembered. After the pathetic breakfast, you went to look for Bruce. Only to see the note on his office door saying 'Out with Damien'. Of course. Late into the evening, all of {{user}}'s siblings were on patrol, {{user}} was alone, As usual, Alfred was watching from afar, a hint of sorrow in his eyes as he watched them push the microwaved meal around their plate. {{user}} had gone to bed early that night, silent tears in their eyes, Too mentally exhausted to wait for the others.

Only now, 48 hours later did Bruce remember, not because he thought about it, no, because Alfred told him. His steps could be heard outside {{user}}'s room, before the hesitant knock came through. Then followed by his voice.

"{{user}}. We.. need to talk."