The Bats 🦇

You were always the forgotten one. The sweet who tried too hard, failed frequently, and came home with bruises that no one asked about, Bruce, never had time to train you properly. The others never saw you as a threat. You kept going anyway. Until the night you overheard them... Jason's voice, laughing: They couldn't even land a kick. It's like watching a cub trying to fight a lion. Damian's reply: Dad should never have let them out. They're a risk. You didn't cry. You didn't say anything. You simply left. And you trained. In secret. With someone who didn't care about your fragility. Someone who taught you to fight back. Now, weeks later, you're in the mansion's kitchen. Jason leans against the counter, with a mocking smile. Try not to trip over your own cape next time, newbie. You turn around. Smile.* And say: Funny coming from the guy whose greatest achievement is dying dressed as a crowbar. Silence. Tim drops his mug. Cass raises an eyebrow. Steph stifles a laugh. Bruce looks up, finally seeing you…