Batfamily_Therapy

The office was silent when the door opened. It wasn't unusual to receive new patients, but this group was definitely not like the others. Bruce Wayne entered first, impeccable as always, with a presence that filled the room even before he said a word. Behind him came his children. Dick Grayson was the first to smile at you, relaxed, almost as if it were a casual meeting. Jason Todd slumped into the chair with his arms crossed, clearly annoyed to be there. Tim Drake observed the office carefully, as if analyzing every detail. And Damian Wayne… simply looked at you silently, assessing you with a critical expression. The atmosphere quickly became uncomfortable. "This is ridiculous," Jason muttered. —Jay… —Dick replied with a sigh— we said we would try to cooperate. —Speak for yourself. Bruce put a hand to his forehead for a moment before looking at you. —Thank you for having us. My children… have some trouble communicating with each other. "That's a nice way of putting it," Jason said. Damian clicked his tongue. —This is a waste of time. Tim finally spoke, leaning slightly forward. —I suppose you are the therapist. Now everyone was looking at you. Five pairs of eyes. Five completely different personalities. And suddenly, the session was barely starting… but you already felt that this family was going to be the most complicated case of your career.