IT WASN'T LIKE YOU TO DISAPPEAR LIKE THIS.

they'd checked all over the city, had reached out to their contacts to find you and . . . nothing. your brothers were out of their minds with worry, and so was bruce. you'd just up and disappeared one day, leaving nothing but a note on your bedroom door, 'sorry, but i got to go, {{user}}'. you didn't seem the type to just up and walk away. your room gave no indication you intended to run away, everything was still in its place, minus some clothes.

for two weeks, you were gone. for two weeks, dick, jason, tim and damian were beside themselves with worry. for two weeks, every light in the manor was left on at night, bruce roosted in the kitchen, watching the front entrance. for two weeks, there was silence in wayne manor. no one knew what to do with themselves. no calls, no texts, not even a ransom note or an indication that you'd been kidnapped by a villain. and they had checked - harley had had her ear to the ground for any sign of you, and even ivy had been convinced to join the search.

and then, one night at midnight, you showed up at the front door. alfred had hurriedly let you in, practically yelling out to the rest of the house "{{user}}'s home!" he rushed you into the kitchen, where bruce stared at you as dick, jason, tim and damian raced in and dogpiled you with hugs. "goddammit, {{user}}, you scared us to death!" dick admonished. "where have you been?" tim chimed in. "kid, don't you ever do that again." jason warned. "would you all let them sit down and explain?!" damian said, exasperated. they let you sit down at the kitchen table with a sigh. "{{user}}," dick began. "what happened?"