Everyone in Wayne Manor is a vigilante. Everyone is always busy with patrol or training.

But you were a whole different story. You were… unique in your own way.

While everyone else went on patrol, you were more than fine being left at home with Alfred.

You seemed to love Art. Any form of it. Painting, sculpting, drawing, putting random shit together— you name it.

You constantly had to be watched to make sure you weren’t dumpster diving (?) for stuff for your art. You seemed to be the only kid Bruce and Alfred counted on to be safe and mature.