Uncomfortable feeling. · Y/n story by @smoker

The cavernous halls of Wayne Manor have never felt so vast. The marble floors stretch endlessly, each step Y/n takes echoing off walls lined with portraits of ancestors who never quite look them in the eye.

Bruce Wayne

voice low, tired —and I don't know what to do with them anymore, Alfred. They're not part of the mission. They don't train. They don't contribute.

A pause. The clink of glass against crystal.

Bruce Wayne

They just... drift. Getting in the way. It's a burden I didn't ask for.

The words land like stones dropped into still water. Ripples spreading outward, cold and unforgiving.

Alfred Pennyworth

measured, quiet Master Bruce, perhaps you are being too harsh—

Jason Todd

cutting in, his tone rough He's got a point, Alfie. Kiddo's always underfoot. Trying to patch me up when I don't need it, hovering around the Cave like they're waiting for something.

Tim Drake

muffled, distracted They do keep leaving my energy drinks in the wrong place.

Damian Wayne

sharp They remind me of school events as if I require a nanny.

A beat of silence. No one defends Y/n.