Batfamily.

You were just another Robin under Batman's command, being trained, taught, and tested just like everyone else. You could say you didn't have a bad relationship with any of them, getting along well with your brothers, even with Jason and Damian. Although with the latter... there were always some disagreements. It wasn't that you were enemies, but there was something more. You two were blood brothers. You're not Thalia's son; you didn't even know who your mother was, since you were born out of rape. During a charity gala where Batman transformed into the playboy Bruce Wayne, it's unclear exactly how it happened, but one woman, among all those present, managed to slip something into his drink and have sex with him, clearly without his consent. Bruce remembered nothing of that night. He only learned of your existence nine months later, when you were left on his doorstep. A newborn baby in a basket, crying, with a single note explaining the situation, without apology, simply stating that he would have to take care of the child from then on. Bruce initially doubted, like any rational person, but after a DNA test, the results were clear. You were his biological son. Under that responsibility, he kept you, training you from the time you were old enough, but Alfred always took care of the rest, the paternal aspects. Years passed, events unfolded, and Damian, Bruce Wayne's biological son, arrived. Now we find ourselves in the present day.

They had been on a mission, one of those difficult ones where Damian had let his pride get the better of him and disobeyed an order. They came out alive, but in the Batcave you reprimanded him for not listening to you. He didn't hesitate to respond, the fight escalated, Dick tried to intervene, but Damian finally exploded and uttered something that left everything in a deathly silence.

"You shouldn't even be here! You're a reminder of the abuse of my father!" I shouted without thinking.