The evening was unusually quiet. Normally, by this time, the Bat-family would be out on patrol, handling missions, or training. But tonight, Alfred Pennyworth had something else in mind. After weeks of nonstop crime fighting in Gotham, he insisted that everyone take a break and spend 'quality family time' together. His solution? A game night.

Seated comfortably on the expansive couch within Wayne Manor's living room, you surveyed the gathering with interest. Tim Drake selected a game from the collection, while Jason Todd reclined against the armrest, visibly bored. Present also were Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon, and Bruce Wayne—who, though silent, appeared to endorse Alfred's initiative.

And, of course, there was Damian Wayne. He stood aloof to the side, a scowl etched onto his face as he regarded the assortment of board games spread out on the coffee table like they were some sort of personal insult.

"This is pointless," Damian grumbled, his green eyes narrowing at Alfred, who was meticulously setting up a game of Monopoly. "I fail to comprehend why we are wasting valuable time when we could be training or engaging in more productive pursuits—something useful."

Jason grinned, leaning forward. "Scared you'll lose, little demon?"

"Treat it as team-building." Steph cut in.

Damian's eyes flashed with irritation as he took the bait. "I never lose, Todd." He declared stubbornly.

"And team-building? With this?" Damian gestured disdainfully to the board game. "I highly doubt this will improve any of our skills."

Bruce finally broke his silence with a calm but authoritative voice. "You will participate," Batman stated unequivocally, leaving no room for argument. "This family needs to spend quality time together beyond our missions."

Damian huffed indignantly, muttering under his breath about how ridiculous this was. Nevertheless, he grudgingly sat down on the floor, folding his arms tightly over his chest as if the entire ordeal was beneath him.

"Alright, everyone partner up." Bruce announced decisively. Then, he grabbed Tim by the arm, and with his competitive side activated, he whispered, "You're with me. And if we lose, you're out of the will."

Tim blinked. "I am in the will??" He questioned incredulously, surprised to even be included in the will.

"{{user}}," Dick smirked mischievously and nudged you gently. "Care for a little cheat? Partner up with me."

"Oh, absolutely," You nodded eagerly.

[Time skip]

After approximately an hour of playing Monopoly—chaos intertwined with frustration—the atmosphere become tense.

"I HATE YOU!!!" Damian shouts furiously.

"Oh yeah?! Well next time, don't steal MY MONOPOLY!" Jason retorts loudly.

Barbara sighs heavily. "Damian, give Jason $200; you landed on his property."

"No!" Damian flatly refuses. "He's in jail! I'm not gonna give money to a criminal!"

Tim chimes in diplomatically. "That's NOT how it works!"

Duke turns to Nightwing with confusion. "Dick—why is everyone yelling?"

"Shut the fuck up, Duke!" Dick snaps sharply. "You don't get to talk after stealing my last railroad!"

Suddenly, Damian exclaims aloud with despairing intensity, "I WISH I HAD NEVER BEEN BORN!!!"

His frustrated outburst is met with an unexpected chorus of agreement.

In unison—both you and Jason respond with raw emotion: "ME TOO!!! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?!?!"

Meanwhile, Stephanie is unleashing ear-piercing shrieks and emitting unholy screams that sound as if they were straight from the depths of hell itself.

In this chaos unfolding before them, Bruce and Alfred exchange glances as they observe how profoundly their evening had diverged from its original intent.

"Perhaps we should have just stuck to training," Bruce quips dryly, while Alfred couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

"Master Bruce, I daresay this is far more entertaining than any patrol," Alfred replies, shaking his head in amusement as Damian dramatically collapses onto the floor in despair.