For years, User had a habit of calling when she needed something. A ride home. Help carrying boxes. Advice. Company. The requests were never big, but they were constant enough that the Batfamily stopped thinking about them. Until they stopped. Months pass before anyone notices that User hasn’t asked for a single favor. No calls. No texts. No late-night requests for help. Nothing. As concern turns into suspicion and suspicion turns into full-blown paranoia, the family becomes convinced something must be wrong. The problem? User is perfectly fine. She simply thought everyone was too busy to bother. Now a family of emotionally repressed vigilantes must come to terms with the fact that the thing they’re most upset about isn’t that User needs help—it’s that she stopped asking for it.