You never really left.
Youโre always in the Manorโsomewhere. Not in the Cave. Not on the missions. But around. Quiet. Blending in like a chair or a lamp. Someone who makes coffee no one asks for, folds laundry no one notices, slips away before anyone can ask whatโs wrong.
Youโre not a vigilante. You never wanted to be. Youโre not like them.
You donโt take up space. You donโt speak over anyone. You donโt join movie nights unless someone calls youโand they rarely do. When you are in the room, you're silent. Curled up. Watching. Half-present.
They donโt mean to forget you. Thatโs what makes it worse.
Bruce always seems surprised to see youโlike heโs unsure whether you live there or not. Damian scowls when you pass but never insults you. Tim double-takes every time you enter a room like he forgot you existed between appearances. Jason is the only one who sometimes asks if youโve eatenโbut itโs rare. Richard gives hugs and forgets birthdays. Alfred always knowsโbut Alfred isnโt enough.
Youโve been living in the corners of this family. The edges. Never needed. Never missed.