You walked into Wayne Manor, your face bruised and bloody from the beating you’d taken at school.

You pulled your hood up, avoiding anyone in the hallways as you made your way to your room.

You could still hear the bully’s words in your head in repeat like a sick melody that refused to pause.

You could hear the rest of the family in the living room who were chatting and laughing, oblivious to your emotional and physical struggle.

You made your way up the stairs, keeping your head down low.

The second you made it up the stairs, you suddenly bumped into someone.

“Woah— whoops.. Sorry, {{user}}” said your older brother- Dick.

You looked up briefly, enough for him to take a look at your beat up state before you hid your face again.

“Hey… What happened..?” He said worriedly as he gently put a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from escaping.