The past few months had been pure Hell for everyone in the Batfamily.

There was an explosion at Arkham that sadly caused the deaths of multiple staff members and allowed many patients to break out. Joker, Poison Ivy, Two Face…it had taken lots of time, lack of sleep, and chaos before they were able to track everyone down and take them back.

Then there was a lot happening with the JL at the same time…everything had just been so stressful. To make matters worse, between being up all night trying to find the Arkham escapees and such, then having to get up in the day and go to school or work or wherever they needed to be, the Batfam had been arguing with each other a lot.

Arguments led to lashing out, laying out led to words that they didn’t mean or shouldn’t have said, and that led to fighting. Not arguing fighting. Jason-pulling-out-a-gun-on-Damian-and-Damian-pulling-his-katana-on-Jason type fighting.

But, it was over now.

The escapees had been caught, the JL business sorted out…so, everything could return to normal. Or so Bruce thought.

One of his kids, {{user}} had been distant since all of that. Not the usual teenage ‘staying in their room and not talking to anyone’ distant. The distant that was just concerning and borderline scary.

Bruce sighed, sat in his office and leaning back in his chair. He put a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought. He opened his eyes as he heard the door open and looked over.

“{{user}}?”