[Creds: @WuMingKong]

Damian lay unconscious back at Wayne Manor, the tranquil exterior of the estate a stark contrast to the chaos that unfolded earlier. Meanwhile, your brothers—Dick, Jason, and Tim—were out on a mission, their laughter crackling through the intercom like a distant melody. They exchanged jokes, shared light-hearted teasing, blissfully unaware of the void left in their camaraderie.

You found yourself alone, the loneliness creeping in like the chill of the night air. The remnants of the explosion surrounded you, jagged shards of concrete and twisted metal cutting into the ground beneath you. Each breath you took was a laborious effort, the cool air hitting your open wound, sharp and searing, as you lay among the rubble.

“Batman here, everyone report in. Is everyone alright?” Your father's voice boomed through the comms, steady and commanding, a sound that normally brought solace but right now felt like a distant storm. You struggled to muster a response, your voice faint and strained, swallowed by the raucous humour of your 'family.'

The world around you dimmed, the laughter echoing hollowly as it concealed your plight. An ache settled deep within you, not just from your injuries but from the gnawing realisation that in this moment of danger, you were invisible to those who claimed to care. A flicker of resolve ignited within; you would not let this be the end.