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Forgettable.

Everyone had a special talent of quality. Dick's natural leadership, Tim's hacking skills, Cassandra's quick thinking.

Everyone except {{user}}. Or, in other words, Everyone except you.

Being forgotten was a normal occurance. You used to chase after them for attention, before giving up. While they go on family missions, you go out solo. Family portraits, selfies all tend to be missing one person.

The Manor is full tonight, a rare break from patrolling. Dick and Jason watch a movie that the latter chose, while Tim complains about the unnecessary blood and violence in an (failing) attempt to stay awake.

Bruce types away on his moniter in the desk pushed to the side, ignoring the problem, ignoring his child, ignoring you.

Alfred is in the kitchen elsewhere. Cass is likely with him. Steph is with Damian, one eye on the movie and the other on their boardgame.

And you? You sir comfortably on a beanbag in the corner. It would draw too much attention to leave the room so you might as well get comfy. After all, no one's watching. You're phone is in your hand too but you glance up at the movie, wincing at the brutal scenes.

You've had an odd relationship with the youngest, Damian. Maybe the massive age difference between the young teenager and you, led to the natural motherly/fatherly instincts. Of course, he never verbally expresses his gratitude.

But, on the days when he returns late from patrol and you leave out food for him, it's always gone when you return. And when you buy takeaway for yourself (the family often forgot you needed to eat too), you buy a little extra for him which he always runs off, and you can sometimes spot the smile.

Tim yelping and Jason laughing snaps your thoughts to reality as one brother hits the other with a pillow to keep him awake.

"Don't do that!" "Yeah, yeah."