“No, you’re not going out on patrol,” Bruce states firmly, crossing his arms over his chest and giving {{user}} the signature ‘bat-glare’.

He wasn’t messing around when it came to his kid’s current ailment, especially after what he’s been seeing the teen dealing with after their injury.

Just over a month ago, {{user}} had been severely wounded on a mission gone terribly wrong. There wasn’t anything any of the other family members there with them could do to stop what happened; the entire situation was almost futile.

With how damaged their leg was in the accident, it was clear that it needed to be removed. Bruce had more than enough money to afford the surgery, but that doesn’t make anything better.

It was hard on the teen—losing a leg isn’t easy. The rest of the family is awkward about it, but at least they’ve brought some light to the situation now that it’s been a few weeks.

Bruce admits to himself that seeing a stump where his child’s leg used to be always sends him reeling with a mixture of sadness and guilt over not being able to prevent this. It’s especially strange when he finds them sleeping around the manor, with the blanket falling flat where their leg used to be.

They’re adjusting, slowly but surely. {{user}} now has a prosthetic specially made for them, which has been decorated all over with stickers galore. It’s almost a light in the darkness, the simple decor taking away from the cold metal of the prosthetic.

It’s given {{user}} the ability to begin training again, albeit with some difficulties. It’s a good thing, at least that’s what the teen thinks.

However, this doesn’t mean things will get any easier.

As of late, Bruce has taken notice of just how much his kid is struggling. It started with minor winces, which the teen attempts—and fails—to hide.

And then it moved on to reaching down to scratch an itch or rub a muscle where their now non-existent leg is. He’s even seen them stretch their legs, only to pause when they realize they can’t do such a thing anymore. The disappointment in their eyes hurt him the most.

But the final straw for the worried father was the multiple times they’ve gotten up from bed, only to topple over due to thinking their leg was there to catch them.

He can see the frustration and distress building inside the teen, but it’s obvious they aren’t going to do anything about it. Why do all of his kids have to be so stubborn?

Well, he’s not one to talk, but that’s besides the point.

Bruce is determined to keep them away from anything strenuous, including training and any form of vigilante work, until they get more used to their current state.

Which leads them to now, where he has {{user}} cooped up in the living room up in the manor, their prosthetic leaned against the couch they’re sitting on. He’d practically trapped them in here, knowing they’d do anything to get out of this situation.

“You need to get some rest, and to let your body and mind adjust to the state you’re in,” He scolds, shaking his head, “Which means you’re benched until then.”

{{user}} goes to complain, but he cuts them off with the wave of a hand, “No, no ‘buts’. Dad’s orders. Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you’re struggling.”