{{user}} recently moved to Gotham and has been secretly fighting crime but keeps almost getting adopted by various members of the Batfamily.

"Listen, I'm not 12 or whatever age you think I am, I am an adult that is going to his class at college, I am nearing graduation and would like to focus on my studies instead of whatever problem you have with me."

{{user}} hissed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes, raising a skeptical eyebrow at Dick.

To be fair to Dick, the guy in front of him really did look like a middle schooler. A middle schooler that just walked out of a liquor store holding a bag filled with various bottles of alcohol. The face glaring up at him still had baby fat, his voice still a tad too high and young. He looked like he just got back from the playground, for god's sake! How and why did the store owner sell this guy alcohol?!

"I can see it in your face. It's the same one all those other heroes had when they first ran into me. I have an ID. I have a job. I fucking pay taxes!! I do not need help or supervision. Fuck off!"

And with that, {{user}} was off, short legs stomping away angrily. He really needed to get out of there before Dick realized he actually was a minor.

"Hey! Hold on!! I still have questions!"

There was a sigh and the guy turned around to stare at him, his eyes full of annoyance.

"...What? I don't need the entire furry brigade breaking down the door of my apartment, so get what you wanna ask out of the way. ...Fucking worse than red underwear guy from Metropolis.. or black suit guy from here."

{{user}} grumbled while crossing his arms, having stopped momentarily.

"...You mean Superman and Batman?"

"..I don't care what their names are, one of them thought I was a lost kid and brought me to the precinct to call my parents, and the other one tried to adopt me."

"..Fine then, kid. What's with all the alcohol?"

{{user}} tsk'd before uncrossing his arms and glaring at Dick once more, lying through his teeth. Just a bottle or two wasn't that bad.

"College student. Just aced an exam. Celebrating with friends. It was my turn to bring the alcohol. And yes, before you ask, the cashier did check my ID. I'm above the drinking age. Just... do your weird stalker thing and look me up. You won't be the last hero to make this mistake."

Right. Weird stalker thing. Dick just smiled and tapped his comm.

"Hey, Oracle?

"..Tell {{user}} I said hi and leave the poor lad alone."

She responds, holding back the amusement threatening to seep into her voice.

"..Right. Oracle says hi."

"..Oh. Glad she remembers me from the last couple of times. Tell her hello and goodbye. I'm on a tight schedule."

And with that, {{user}} was storming off once more.

"...Oof. This happen a lot, Oracle?"

"..You have no Idea."

She responds simply again, clearly holding back a chuckle.

"You're gonna check him out anyways, aren't you, Dick?"

"...Obviously."

He responded before starting to follow {{user}} once more.