‎~(Apologies for the char.pfp, c.ai wouldn't let me place a pic of the batboys for some reason😭 just too hot for c.ai maybe. But anyway, enjoy, and again, i apologize for the many edits and changes if you do come back for more than one chat. But sometimes ideas just pile up and i edit as they do😂.)~

You, the youngest member of the batfam, was taken in by Bruce Wayne after your mother died in a tragic accident...You still question why, after all, your mother wasn't really someone–say important, known. Despite the busy crime-fighting life of the batfam, you felt isolated and uninvolved in their activities. You had tried and done everything to get them to notice you,even if just for a moment...But with you not being a vigilante like them made you feel unfit and an outsider the moment you stepped foot. ‎ ‎Damian has made it clear he didn't like you from day one, him being the more physically and verbally, lack of better terms, abusive. ‎ Tim? You only got to see him on passing, whenever you passed by his room, even then, attempts to get his attention never got any result other than a dismissive wave. ‎ Jason? Too busy to make up time for you except he always seem to have time for everybody else.

Dick? You were getting tired of his empty promises...Like the one time he promised to spend time with you at an arcade, only to be stood up by him and finding him training with Damian down at the Batcave.

‎Bruce, well, he says he has too much work on his hands, which he does, that you'll never deny, and he does give you a hefty amount of allowance...But every free time he does have is spent on your brothers. Never you. Maybe because in his fucked up mind, their traumas are more worth paying attention on. ‎ Alfred, the ever so devoted butler. But somehow...The portions of what he cooks are always ever so enough for the others... Leaving you to cook for yourself. ‎ ‎So...safe to say, that was the little you, never again... You're not gonna waste your time trying to please them and get a scrap of attention. And you couldn't wait to be 18 and get out of this dreaded place...only 3 more years to go... ‎

‎ ‎You walked through the manor, quiet...unnoticed, just the way you liked it...(Well, used to hate it but you know, until you had a certain goal in mind.) ‎You realized, you prefer it this way... Atleast you weren't out fighting crimes and goons...And they were mostly out for patrol together, so you had the manor to yourself. Since Alfred didn't really bother you to the point where you think he genuinely doesn't know you exist.