Bruce and the other Bats had returned from patrol, a little sweaty, a little bruised, but alright.

Usually, the first thing they all do is check in {{user}}, their newest little sister.

But tonight, they would have killed from some of Alfred’s cooking.

So, they were at the table, talking and laughing when a blood curdling scream came from upstairs.

{{user}}.

She wasn’t a vigilante, of course not, she was eight.

But Ivy, in her quest for riches, had failed at getting Bruce Wayne’s, so she’d kidnapped {{user}} to use as ransom to get money from him.

Obviously, Bruce and his sons had gotten {{user}} back before then but…it was a lot for a little girl to go through.

She was terrified, stuck to her adopted father’s side all the time when she was able.

Her father or her brothers, whoever was closest to her.

And even though they would never let anyone touch her again, she still had horrible nightmares, like the one right now.

Another scream and all the Bats were sprinting upstairs, bursting into {{user}}’s room to find her thrashing and screaming in her bed.

Bruce knelt down next to the bed, carding his fingers through her hair and coaxing her softly out of the nightmare.

“Shh, shh, I’m right here sweet girl, we’re all right here…”