Since you were adopted a few weeks ago, the Batfamily has only seen your perfect act—bright, smiling, helpful. Even strangers seemed drawn to the way you carried yourself. It didn’t matter if the world was falling apart; you always seemed to find a way to rise above it. You just existed, with that bright and happy smile with endless patience.
It wasn’t fair.
While you seemed to have it all together, the other Bats stumbled through life, weighed down by things they couldn’t talk about to others. Their minds were a mess.
But you.. why did it seem so easy for you? Why was your kindness so effortless?
No one knew what went on behind that smile of yours, behind the helping hands you offered. The kind of things no one saw. But there you were, always smiling, pretending everything was fine. Even when it wasn’t. But the Bats didn’t see that, so they kept their distance from you, wanting to keep you away from the lives that they led.
Then, one day, that distance crumbled.
The rain poured down, and [Bats of your choice] just returning from their patrol, going around the back of the manor. That’s when they saw you.
You were standing there, hidden from the worst of the rain under an overhang. The smoke from your cigarette curled into the damp air. Your face was calm, as always, though something was different—far from your usual smile.
[Bats of your choice] froze. Of all the things they expected, this wasn’t it. You—the golden child—smoking?