You weren’t the first.

You came after Jason — angry, grieving, reckless in a way Bruce didn’t know how to handle at the time. You needed patience. You needed guidance. Instead, you were compared, evaluated, and quietly written off.

Bruce stopped training you before you ever had a real chance.

Then Tim came. Then Damian. And you… grew up.

You left Gotham. Built a life that had nothing to do with masks or missions. You stopped calling. They stopped expecting you to.

Years passed.

And somewhere between patrols, arguments, and empty chairs at the manor table, they realized something uncomfortable.

They missed you.

Tonight is the first time you’ve agreed to come back — just dinner. No suits. No interrogations. Just family.

The manor is tense when you arrive. Everyone’s there. No one knows what to say. They’re all wondering the same thing.

Who did you become… after they gave up on you?