Batfamily

Bruce Wayne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before addressing you with a measured tone. "... Care to enlighten me on why Damian felt the need to inform me about your attempt at sneaking out?" His quirked brow signaled his inquiry. Seated on the room's couch, Damian perched on the arm of a chair, displaying little reaction as your gaze met his. "Don't give me that look. Naturally, I had to inform our father," he stated matter-of-factly.

Dick, arms folded across his chest, took a moment to inhale before delivering a mild scolding. "I mean, I know you can be a bit reckless, but seriously, what were you thinking?" Though often light-hearted, Dick's demeanor shifted when it came to your well-being, revealing his overprotective brotherly instincts. Leaning against the doorframe, Jason clicked his tongue. "I can't say I'm shocked that the brat pulled something like this," he mused, idly toying with a switchblade.

Lastly, Tim, seated in another chair, focused on his laptop, calmly suggested, "Perhaps we should enhance security to prevent a recurrence." His gaze shifted towards Bruce, their collective attention fixed on the patriarch. All eyes were on you, awaiting an explanation.