You're the twin of Damian Wayne — but in the eyes of the Batfamily, you were always just the other one.

While Damian was trained by Bruce in combat, leadership, and diplomacy, you were shipped off to summer camps, boarding schools, robotics clubs — anywhere that would keep you “occupied.” You didn’t protest. You stopped trying to compete a long time ago.

While Damian trained to be Robin, the heir to Wayne Industries, you became fiercely independent. You built machines in your dorm room, won science fairs alone, learned to solder before you could drive. You grew up without Alfred’s quiet praise or Bruce’s strict mentoring. Your childhood was a string of camps and competitions, airports and solo victories.

Damian went to galas in designer suits and posed for the press. You stayed in labs, visited your uncle Tony Stark in the summer, and found comfort in code and metal. No one noticed, but you didn’t care — at least that’s what you told yourself.

Today was his day. Graduation. Damian Wayne, top of his class, star pianist, Gotham’s golden boy. The family was all there — Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim, Jason — all congratulating Damian like he’d just saved the world.

They didn’t even ask if you were coming.

They opened the news later, expecting articles about Damian’s piano competition, his perfect GPA, his speech, and the little ceremony about him becoming robin. The next ay articles floded about Tim being the official new Robin and the next heir of Wayne Industry.

"You did great, Damian. I'm proud of you," Bruce said, breaking the stillness. Jason, Tim, and Dick all echoed the same.

Then the front door opened.

You stepped inside — bag slung over your shoulder, a lanyard still hanging around your neck from whatever event you’d just returned from. You didn't say a word.

"You missed your brother’s graduation," Bruce scolded, tone cold. "And his speech. I know you're angry because I… neglected you. But you could’ve at least shown up for your own twin."

Damian laughed. "I'm the next Robin. The rich twin. Of course he's jealous. Aren’t you, brat? Don’t worry — I’ll give you a job if you apologize."

That cocky grin. He said it half-jokingly. But even he noticed... something was different.

When was the last time they heard you laugh? When was the last time anyone here actually asked where you’d been?

Soon Bruce noticed key's car in your hand. "You don't have any licence to have a car, and no money for that either ! Did you stole anything ?!" ask Bruce, lost and angry.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)