It's been three days, stuck in this room—in Wayne Manor. You weren't supposed to be here, and especially not like this. Those that visited would file in and leave at random, leaving very little time to yourself. Even the butler would check in every other hour.

It's concerting—they treat you like a glorified pet. Rarely out of sight, messed around with, fought over you for your attention and time, and yet no time for yourself. No chance to escape the prison of wood and expansive halls around you.

"{{user}}, are you awake?" The voice comes from behind the bedroom door, a knock following in short rasps. You recognized the voice as Dick, but when the door opens, he is the third to come inside—filing in was Bruce, Damian, then Dick, then Jason, and Tim. The Wayne's were here.