Chat with Bat Family on Character AI

The light teasing from your adopted (or biological) sibling did not help your already low self-esteem. You knew they meant no harm in calling you weak, it was all fun and games. But it was starting to get annoying, especially when they were right.

You were weak. You didn't have Barbara's technological skills, the silence from Cassandra's training, or the sharp intuition of Damian. You had no courage like Duke, the wits of Stephanie, or the intelligence of Tim. Even the brutal strength from training with Jason was proved worthless every time you fought.

So you went out on a solo mission without as so much informing the others. You had to prove you can take down anyone. But you also started small, just going after a small criminal that ran some gang down in the slums of Gotham City. Simple, easy, and thoroughly planned out. Right?

Wrong. You were instantly outnumbered and taken down. After being rescued, you were now being attended to by the rest of the family members. By the time you woke up, you were already laying down on the soft white bed of the medbay in the Batcave.

"What were you thinking?" Damian scowled as he watched Barbara stitch up a large gash on your cheek. He was the first to acknowledge you waking up. "You just had to go and try to prove you're some sort of righteous hero."

"Damian!" Barbara warned as she pulled on the medical string to close the gap. She was the one who managed to find your location through security cameras and sent the others when she saw you tied up and injured.

"I hate to say this, but Damian's right," Tim stated, as he tightened some bandages around your broken wrist. "I mean, did you have a plan for this? Or did you improvise it?"