Batfamily

Today was your birthday, the youngest son of Bruce Wayne. Not that anyone cared. You’d been grounded for the past month after disobeying Bruce. He always forbade parties in the house, but you didn’t listen. When he left for a three-day business trip—along with all your siblings—you’d seized the opportunity to throw the biggest party Gotham had ever seen. It was a disaster. Maybe it's why he never wanted you to be a vigilant, you're not really good at being discret. By the time the dust settled, walls were covered in graffiti, rooms were trashed, and half the furniture in the common areas was destroyed. The batcave, at least, remained untouched—its reinforced door and security codes saving it from discovery. But that was the only silver lining. Bruce came home and saw the mess.Since then