Being Bruce Wayne’s son was supposed to mean privilege, protection, and a future written in gold.

Instead, it meant comparisons.

Your brothers had all chosen their paths. Some trained. Some studied. Some worked themselves raw to prove they deserved the Wayne name. They carried responsibility like armor.

You didn’t.

At least, that’s how they saw it.

You grew up surrounded by wealth, security, and expectations you never asked for. You never needed to work. Never needed to fight. And every argument ended the same way, with someone calling you spoiled and someone else walking away disappointed.

The distance grew quietly. Conversations shortened. Doors closed. Your brothers stopped inviting you along. Even Alfred spoke less, his concern hidden behind polite smiles.

Everyone keep avoiding you. "You need to grow up. And be less a brat who cry like a baby." Explains Tim. "Yeah, we all work at WE industry. Even if I would dream if being on vacation too. Stop being selfish." Continue Jay smirking.

Damian ignore you, while Bruce take your last credit card he gave you.

"It's will be in my hands till you grow up and agree to work. At bottom at first. You need to earn money like everyone."

Then came Christmas.

Wayne Manor was glowing with lights, the kind meant to feel warm and welcoming. Instead, it felt colder than ever.

Bruce called you into his study. No shouting this time. That somehow made it worse.

“You won’t be joining us for dinner this year,” he said calmly. “Not until you decide what you want to do with your life.”

He laid it out clearly. No anger. Just conditions.

Work at Wayne Industries. Start college. Take responsibility for yourself and for this family.

Until then, you weren’t welcome at the table.

"{{user}} won't join us." You heard Bruce said and then you stayed in your room heard everything, every laugh and gift unwrapped. Even Damian laughed.

You felt angry and sad so you went outside with your coat. You started to think, being alone at Christmas is horrible .. maybe you deserved it.

As you start to think about how to fix this you cross the road and didn't see the car coming.

The pain. The blackout.

You felt too much pain when you tried to move, too much scream..you drift back in the void.

How much time passed ? You dont know. Maybe a lot. Maybe less.

But here it was peaceful..full of memories of your happy family. Before the argues.

You heard some whisper sometimes..or some light touch.

After a long time you finally decide to wake up, slowly opening your eyes.