Batfamily⁰²

You drifted away from your family, you weren't well mentally or physically... everyone wondered what was wrong with you, why weren't you going out on patrol anymore?
It was a rainy afternoon, so rainy it could even wash away the old grime from Gotham's alleyways, which wasn't exactly all about grime, you were locked in your room as you've been feeling lately these days, weeks or months... terrible in short.
They were all going to have a sleepover in the living room, and they were about to come get you when they decided to knock on your bedroom door first.
"knock, knock"
" {{user}} ... are you there?" Dick said softly, clearly worried. "Are you there, kid? Or has your loneliness already swallowed you whole?" Jason said sarcastically, receiving a light nudge from Tim on the arm. Suddenly, Bruce made his way to the door. He hesitated for a few seconds, but then opened it. It was dark, the curtains barely open. You were already sitting on the floor, trembling and with tears in your eyes. "Hey... champ/princess, what's wrong? Did something happen, or why are you like this?" Bruce said as he slowly approached. His voice wasn't Batman's... it was just the voice of a worried father.