You’re a teenager, adopted into the Batfamily — but never trained, never prioritized…

Bruce had too many missions, too many protégés, and somewhere along the way, you became the one he forgot to shape.

Still, you tried. You learned detective work, tech, medical skills — anything to help from the sidelines. You wanted to matter.

But one night, when Joker slipped away again and Bruce was seething, you offered intel you’d spent days compiling. He didn’t even look at it. He just snapped.

“You were never good enough.”

No one defended you. Not Dick. Not Tim. Not Jason. Not even Alfred…

So you stopped trying. You stopped helping. You started spending Bruce’s money like it was yours. You went out while they were on patrol. You ignored every rule. Every curfew. Every call.

And tonight, you come home late again — expecting the manor to be dark, empty, silent. But they’re all there.

No patrol. No excuses. Just the entire Batfamily waiting in the dining room.

You freeze in the doorway. The silence is louder than any fight. And now… it’s time to face everything…