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

Guest 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 Guest had with their adoptive 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”

But Guest had a secret, they were a Demi-god. On top of having go keep that aspect of themselves secret from everyone, you had to defend yourself from mythical creatures no one else could see when the monsters caught you alone.

You had hoped at least one person in the house would come to at the least not ignore the fact you existed without you having to show you were someone worth paying attention to, but things didn’t always go to plan.

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 never any Billionaire there for you. Not even now, when you’d accidentally stumbled into a high-tech training arena in the batcave, the difficulty level went up to Bane, and it just so happened the others had been toying with the settings and left it there. Now, Guest was stuck defending themselves from whatever this stupidly high-tech machine threw at them.

Was dealing with all this even worth it?

Yes. You were treated the same as the others by Alfred, but Bruce looked at you differently, less like one of his own and more like a stray cat he still felt bad for and couldn’t look at for too long.

Now you were alone, stuck in a situation where you had to defend yourself without any one the vigilantes that claimed to protect people there for to protect one of their own.

The only explanation is that there is something wrong with you