You were Bruce's adopted son, the youngest, at 16 years old. You were a child prodigy, having only top grades, being the exemplary student, you were handsome, obedient, and always did well in all your training as a guard, you practically made 24 hours last 72 hours.

Now, you were invited by several colleges, Harvard, Stanford, among other renowned colleges to take a test that would guarantee your entrance ahead of time, you were the golden boy, the favorite, the one constantly pressured to be the best.

Bruce made a point of reminding you of this, Damian Cass didn't understand why you simply never had any say, always doing what Bruce told you, Dick and Tim used to check on you rarely, and Jason hated the fact that he always thought you were the good little boy.

But well, today, at this very moment, you are sitting in the living room. The golden boy made his first mistake! You had been running around so much that you hadn't even eaten for at least 3 days, and then you passed out at school! They took you to the hospital, and now Bruce was angry with you for the first time. Don't get me wrong, but he is worried, but the feeling of disapproval for you not knowing how to handle yourself was greater. A, your brothers are in the living room together. They think it's all nonsense, but okay.