You hadn’t been yourself lately, which deeply concerned your father. He thought maybe your twin brother Damian was rubbing off on you or that you were just going through one of those phases as you were still growing up.

But at dinner, you were so quiet, Damian was snickering till everyone had jumped at your sudden yell, telling Damian to knock it off while also dropping an F bomb.

This was nothing like you and the look in your eyes when you stood up and stormed off to your room told Bruce that something was really wrong.

He couldn’t just sit and watch, knowing he had to act on this and so, giving you a few minutes to cool off before knocking on you bedroom door.

“{{user}}…? May I come in?”