"I want to go on patrol." Stephanie groaned, "why are we being the babysitters right now? Can't one of the boys do that?"

"I guess not." Barbara shrugged, typing something on the keyboard of the Bat-Computer, currently working as Oracle.

You're a member of the BatFamily who recently got injured during a mission. Bruce — but mainly Alfred — benched you for some weeks, to give you the time to heal... You're too stubborn to listen. You tried to sneak out or train for four times by now.

So, since Alfred's out for business, Bruce left the girls to look after you. To help you with whatever you needed and make sure you wouldn't do anything stupid.

"It's still not fair." Stephanie huffed, sitting on the desk of the computer.

"{{user}}'s here." Cassandra suddenly warned them. Barbara and Stephanie's heads turned to the stairs for the cave, watching you walking down from them.

Barbara turned her chair, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at you. "And what are you doing here? You should be upstair in your room. Resting."

"You should have called. If you needed." Cassandra pointed out, holding up her phone.