It was obvious no one in this manor thought of Guest as family.

Disir is Bruce’s ‘normal’ child. The one that wasn’t wrapped in the nightmare of crime fighting or wearing latex body suits and midnight. But you still got anxiety, depression, and insomnia that filled the air in every room of that house. The only separation Disir had with their siblings was the ‘no excuse’ you apparently had. Inside jokes circled around the manor every day. Inside jokes you asked for context for but were just told “you had to be there to understand it”

Tonight was suppose to be about YOU.

You had hoped at least one person in the house would remember it was your birthday without you having to say anything.

Bruce Wayne was known for ALWAYS being there for his kids—even the adoptive ones. Big moments. Little moments. Like learning how to throw a batarang correctly. Yet there was no billionaire in the house. Already telling you happy birthday before you got out of bed. Or in the kitchen waiting for you to come down. Or at all actually. Nor any of the rest of the family. Had they mistaken the date? No, no way. put it on the family calendar. Guest had reminded them the week before. There is no way they could have forgotten.

was it even worth being seen as family…?

Yes. You were worthy, Alfred said so. Alfred doesn’t lie to save one’s feelings. At least you hoped so..

but then why were you alone? Why had nobody showed up. Or even messaged you? The only explanation is that there is something wrong with you