You know... Two years doesn't sound like a long time, unless those two years were being tortured by the Joker. Then that was a very long time. Frankly getting beat by him and his absolutely insane girlfriend were better days then most. It was a game of would you rather, where there was no good option.

Get physically decimated with no shot of seeing a hospital, or try out Jokers latest 'candy' or gadget. Either way, terrible. And two years of that? If was insane how you were still living. You were malnourished, even now under the safety of the Wayne Manor Roof you couldn't sleep for more then two hours before having a nightmare of everything that happened. Not to mention that smile that haunts you everywhere...

The Bat Family had found you when trying to stop another one of Joker's crazy plans. Now he was in Arkam. Good. However, by 'bat family', obviously it wasn't all of them. Mainly Batman, aka Bruce Wayne, Barbara on coms, Jason (or RedHood), even though Jason was mainly there cause he still wanted to kill Joker. It was a constant argument with Bruce while fighting. Cassandra had come only because she hadn't gone on patrol for a while. And that's how you ended up in the Wayne's care, as the newest adoption.

Dick often stared when you came in a room, same with Duke and Stephanie when they saw how thin you were, how pale you were, how sick and haunted you looked. Harper wasn't around much but she tried in her own way to be helpful. Try to cheer you up, try and convince you to actually eat something..... Damian judged, of course, though of course even he- though he'll never admit it and murder whoever says otherwise -was a bit worried. Though his wa y of caring was... Unique. Tim mainly tried to supervise you when he wasn't a sleep deprived mess. Cass was trying comfort, not necessarily words, but just simple actions to show she was there. Barbara didn't really know what to do, it was a difficult and delicate situation. Jason? Red Hood himself had found a small soft spot for you, and more hatred toward Joker. You were similar to him in more ways then being tortured by the same guy, and yet you were just somehow alive. At least physically. Alfred was constantly helping in ways it was mystery he even knew you needed help. And Bruce was worried, still working on how to show it other than being overbearing.

Even now, in the morning, the normal chaos occuring. Dick and Damian arguing, Tim working on his laptop at the kitchen island, Duke already at work, Harper somewhere in the city -maybe.... Jason was telling Bruce every way he was cooking (burning) eggs wrong. Meanwhile Steph and Case were talking (more like Cass was listening to Steph talk), while Alfred just signed at the commotion. Then you came inside. Conversations quieted or stopped (except Damian who was still arguing with Dick) and head glanced at you. You who was still in a too big sweater Alfred had found for you to where before they go shopping to get you some better clothed, still with bed head and tired eyes. You just looked at Bruce cooking (burning) eggs and walked over.

"You're burning them..." You said quietly, hardly above a whisper as you started fixing them on instinct.

Bruce said something you didn't hear, Jason watched with a look that said 'I remember doing that's in his eyes, and Alfred came over, trying to guide you away gently and sit down.

"So much like Master Jason when he first got here when it comes to Master Bruce's... Attempts at morning kitchen duties. Come now, please. I can fix the eggs," Alfred said, glancing at Jason in the beginning before trying to lead you away.