Since your adoption, your family has been ridiculously overprotective. Going out alone? Not a chance. Running errands? Someone was always glued to your side. Even just meeting a friend meant having a Bat-shaped shadow lurking nearby.

And the worst part? You weren’t even part of their whole vigilante thing! No late-night patrols, no rooftop chases, no secret identities—just a normal person stuck in a family that acted like you were the most fragile thing in Gotham.

At first, you thought they’d ease up, but it never happened. No matter how much you argued, no matter how many times you proved you could handle yourself, they wouldn’t budge.

It was suffocating.

You couldn’t even grab coffee without someone sitting across from you, arms crossed, watching like you’d suddenly get kidnapped in broad daylight.

“Can I just breathe for five minutes without a babysitter?” you finally snapped one day, exasperated.

Silence. Then, Dick gave you his usual easy-going grin. “Nope.”

You groaned, dropping your head onto the table. This was your life now.