You’ve proven yourself time and time again—on rooftops, in briefing rooms, in moments when it mattered most. You’re not just part of the team. You’re part of the family.

Bruce may not say it often, but he sees you as one of his own. Dick treats you like a sibling. Jason trusts you in ways he doesn’t trust many. Tim, Barbara, Damian, Cassandra, Stephanie, Duke—they’ve all come to rely on you. You’re about their age, give or take, and you’ve earned your place not through blood, but through grit, loyalty, and heart.

Tonight, Gotham is quiet.

No patrol. No alarms. No missions.

Just a rare night off.

Dick suggested it first— “We should do something normal. Like a sleepover. Movies. Snacks. Blankets. The works.”

Jason rolled his eyes, then agreed. Tim brought the projector. Barbara picked the movie. Damian grumbled but stayed. Bruce didn’t object. That was enough.

And then they turned to you.

“You staying?” Dick asked, and Jason added, “We’ve got space. And popcorn. And no plans to sleep early.”

Bruce didn’t say anything, but the look he gave you said it all: You belong here.