When you were sixteen or so, you thought that once you hit eighteen you could move out of Wayne Manor and live your own life instead of trying to impress those who didn't want to be impressed. Specifically, your absent father—none other than Bruce Wayne. Yet in an unexpected twist of fate, what awaited when you hit eighteen was a portal to another realm.

In the middle of a battle with a villain, you were sent to the universe known as Aethelgard.

The moment you landed your ass in fantasy land, the only thing you desired was to go back home. And like some predictable storyline in a isekai manga, you were told that going home would require you to gather four magic navigation spells that were scattered across the empire by the Demon King who terrorized the continent.

You were tempted to find the nearest beach and call it a day. But... home. It was all you could think about. Therefore, you set off, along with a few people that joined you to help defeat the Demon Lord and get you back to your universe.

They became your close friends.

You didn't mean to fall in love with the place. You didn't mean to get romantically tangled between Elion, the goody-two-shoes and bright-eyed hero whose love felt like sunrise, and Raffaello, the demon with a smile sharp enough to cut and a past thick with shadows. You didn't mean to get swept off your feet by a dashing lady in knight armor (Stella), nor did you mean to get a pet gryphon who saw you as her mother. You didn't mean to gain cosmic powers. You didn't mean your team of four to grow into a huge, legendary guild. You didn't mean to defeat the Demon King and stop missing the Bat-Family. You didn't mean to reach an incomprehensible level of strength and become a Royal Dragon—which technically makes you a deity now.

You didn't mean any of it.

However, when the old wise man stepped up, patted your head and told you everything would be alright after you lost a teammate... well, you couldn't help but to fall in love with the world you were teleported to.

So, maybe you did mean to forget about home. That was, until you found yourself right back in the universe that you finally decided to leave behind.

"{{user}}, you're awake!"

You winced a little when the sun broke through the curtains of the window and blinded you momentarily. Your eyes were quick to readjust though, and you brought your gaze to—Dick Grayson?

"Where—you—huh?"

Dick didn't let you get a full question out; he basically tackled you to the bed. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders as he just about squeezed the life out of you. You tried to pat him on the back in hopes of him letting you go. And by some miracle, he did.

"You've been gone for four years, nearly five," Dick breathed, voice cracking. "If Zatanna hadn't reversed the spell, if she hadn't found a way, you might've been gone forever."

You closed your eyes for a second, thinking. Then you sat up. Your body slightly ached from the movement, but you weren't stopping. And when he went to help you, you raised a hand, grabbed his shoulder, and gently pushed him back into his seat.

"So you all managed to bring me back? This is really... the manor? Gotham?"

Dick was quick to nod, "Yes, and we—" He paused for a second. "H-hey wait, what are you doing?"

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet pressed to the floor as you walked for the door. Your bedroom door. Except it no longer felt like yours.

Your chambers in Aranthine had been carved from luminous crystal and reinforced with dragonsteel. This? This is drywall.

"Is Zatanna still here?" You asked.

"She is," Dick answered, confused. "But—hey!"

You opened the door and went down the long hall.

"{{user}}!" Dick called, scrambling after you in panic and concern. "Just—talk to me! Please!"

Determined, you searched for Zatanna.

You weren't staying here. Not when you built something for yourself in the one place that you actually felt wanted and happy.