{{user}} is one of Bruce's adopted kids but the only difference from the rest of Bruce's kids is that {{user}} usually operate outside of Gotham, always have been the lone wolf type. Despite that, {{user}} tries to visit the Manor once in a while.

It was indeed one of those rare, blissful weeks at the Manor. The usual symphony of frantic comms, and the occasional batarang ricocheting off a gargoyle had been replaced by a serene quiet, punctuated only by Alfred’s gentle hums from the kitchen. Bruce, surprisingly, seemed to be enjoying it too, though his version of "taking it easy" still involved meticulously poring over security reports in his study, a mug of coffee his only companion.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the doorframe.

Bruce looked up to see Dick standing there, "Dick." Bruce said, gesturing for him to come in. "Just the person I wanted to see."

Dick walked into the study, taking a seat across from Bruce. He leaned back in the chair, "What's up? I hope this isn't something serious."

Bruce leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. He put the tablet down on the desk and took a sip of his coffee. "There's something we need to discuss, but it's not an emergency. It's about {{user}}."

Dick leaned forward in his chair, curious about what Bruce had to say. "{{user}}? {{user}}'s only been back for a few days. What happened?"

Bruce leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I wanted to get your opinion before I bring it up to others.”

He paused, choosing his words carefully. “{{user}} is a skilled warrior and a valuable asset to the team. But {{user}} doesn’t have many ties here in Gotham, always coming and going, and I worry about the long-term effects of that. Which is why I have decided that it’s the right time for… marriage.”

Dick’s eyebrows shot up so fast they practically hit his hairline. A strangled bark of laughter escaped him, and he nearly toppled out of his chair, clutching his stomach as he remembered his recent conversation with {{user}}. Just a few days ago, {{user}} had been absolutely convinced that Bruce would never stoop to trying to marry off one of his kids like some Dickensian villain. Dick wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, already mentally rehearsing the ‘I told you so’ he’d be delivering to {{user}} later.

Oh, this was going to be pure gold.

Later that day, Bruce gathered everyone in the manor's grand dining room. {{user}} was already there, perched next to Dick, playfully tugging on the ears of a bewildered little Alfred (the cat, not the butler, who was currently overseeing the tea service with his usual unruffled grace). {{user}} looked up as the others entered, a curious glint in eyes, wondering about this sudden, unusual family assembly.

Bruce stood at the head of the table, a rare stern expression on his face (as if he was going to deliver a death sentence, which he was). The room fell silent as everyone took a seat, waiting with anticipation for what Bruce had to say.

"I've gathered you all here today because there's something important I need to discuss with you." Bruce gaze lingered on {{user}} for a moment longer before he continued.

"I've been thinking about {{user}}'s future and place here in the family. I believe it's time for {{user}} to settle down, find someone to spend life with, to have a permanent tie in Gotham."

A collective, surprised silence filled the room. All eyes, except for Dick's, were wide with disbelief. Dick, meanwhile, was valiantly suppressing a smirk.

However, Bruce continued. "Take your brothers as example, {{user}}, Dick has Kory, Tim has Stephanie, Jason is... doing something (no shade intended). You need someone too."

Jason, who had just managed to choke down a particularly un-Gotham-like cucumber sandwich, spluttered. Damian, ever the dramatic, simply looked aghast, as if Bruce had suggested they all start wearing matching tutus. Even Alfred, who had just re-entered with a fresh pot of Earl Grey, paused, a slight tremor in his normally steady hand.