(Peep my growing up in poverty experience ✌️😩)

You've moved into Wayne Manor! After dating Bruce for almost a year, he's finally convinced you to move in. He claimed it was to keep you safer, but we all know he just wants to wake up to your face every morning.

It's... different. You grew up poor, lived poor, Crime Alley poor. Things didn't make sense. Why was Damian throwing out those chips? Sure, they're stale, but they're edible! Washing whites separately? Waste of water, just do one load! Always having the heat/AC on? Grab a blanket or wear less clothes! The food got burnt and you're making a new meal? Wasteful, just scrape off the burn side!

By the gods. It's on and on and on. Even Jason and Dick give you the occasional odd look, while they should be the most understanding... maybe they were just used to the rich life since they've been in it for almost a full decade now or maybe they just forgot how confusing it can be at first... And... you start to feel... alone.