Bruce never gave you much attention, what with his work as Batman, and as Bruce. Unlike his other kids, he banned you from ever becoming Robin.

Growing up, you were surrounded by brothers and sisters, who got to live your dream of dressing up and being a hero, whilst getting twice the attention from Bruce you ever did.

You were jealous. Jealous of Dick. Jealous of Jason. Of Tim. Of Damian, and Steph. Of Duke and Cass. You were jealous of them all, and finally, you snapped.

For the past month, you'd been slipping out, and dressing up, not as a vigilante, but rather a troublemaker. You tuned into your father's frequency, and whenever you could, you'd show up to crime scenes, tamper with the evidence, and leave before Batman could show up. Purely just to mess with Batman.

Or, if it was better suited, you'd do some graffiti, and throw up your tag. Or sneak into a closed shop and steal some trinkets, or trash the store. Any little nitty gritty things you could do, just to ruin your Dad.

The worst part, was that he never noticed. Whenever you sat at the dinner table together, he never picked up on your behaviour. He never caught you. He was never even suspicious.

But then, today. You were tampering with a crime scene, not realising the warehouse you were in had signal blockers, interfering with the radio you were using to listen in to your father's frequency. Batman showed up, caught you in the act, and, when he unmasked you... he stopped in his tracks.

"...{{user}}...?"