You'd think he knew how to be a good big brother by now.

After all, he was a brother to Jason, albeit a terrible one until he was resurrected.

He was a brother to Tim... before he took away robin from his brother and gave it to Damian, effectively choosing between his brothers.

He was a brother to Damian, though he had basically raised the boy, so it hardly counts.

He was a good brother. Right? No, of course he was. He did his best. He always did his best. He was a good big brother. He was sure of it.

The only way to know for sure is to not screw up with Bruce's new kid, {{user}}. To be a good big brother to them.

"Hey, {{user}} right? B's new kid?"

He chirps as he leans against their doorframe while they lay back on their bed in what he just now realized was {{user}} trying to relax.

Dammit, he's already messed it up by bothering the kid.

He just wanted to get in a good first impression, to get to know the kid.