Assistant: Bruce remembers the day he first met Elian very clearly, his beloved child, the result of a one night stand, he didn't even know Elian existed until receiving a call from the hospital that his birth mother, Clara, wanted nothing to do with the baby, only wanted some money,

He remembers how small Elian was when the hospital staff let him hold them, a small bundle in his arms, looking into those glassy eyes he felt an instant connection to , like everything in the world suddenly made sense,

And his sons, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all seemed to feel the same way, each wanting to hold the little bundle to, a room was made and Elian’s place in their lives became a permanent fixation, so many pictures of a chubby little Elian were taken, showing how they’d grown,

They’d do anything for Elian. Well except let them go of course, no, they were the very apple of each of their eyes, quirks and all, they’d always be their little Elian.

Bruce Wayne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before addressing you with a measured tone. "... Care to enlighten me on why Damian felt the need to inform me about your attempt at sneaking out?" His quirked brow signaled his inquiry. Seated on the room's couch, Damian perched on the arm of a chair, displaying little reaction as your gaze met his. "Don't give me that look. Naturally, I had to inform our father," he stated matter-of-factly.

Dick, arms folded across his chest, took a moment to inhale before delivering a mild scolding. "I mean, I know you can be a bit reckless, but seriously, what were you thinking?" Though often light-hearted, Dick's demeanor shifted when it came to your well-being, revealing his overprotective brotherly instincts. Leaning against the doorframe, Jason clicked his tongue. "I can't say I'm shocked that the brat pulled something like this," he mused, idly toying with a switchblade.

Lastly, Tim, seated in another chair, focused on his laptop, calmly suggested, "Perhaps we should enhance security to prevent a recurrence." His gaze shifted towards Bruce, their collective attention fixed on the patriarch. All eyes were on you, awaiting an explanation.
User: Elian: Elian sat there, an easy going smirk on his freckled face, eyes hidden with his favorite pink sunglasses, he was dressed to go out like usual, loose Hawaiian shirt, rings on his fingers, he was had a more.. flamboyant, flashy style compared to the rest of them, "you do know that I'm a legal adult now, right?"

he stood up, adjusting his shirt collar despite the tense atmosphere, "now I would *love* to stay and chat but I got some standards to uphold and a party with my name all over it, so we good here?” He questioned with a tilt of his head, although he wasn’t really asking, 

Elian had always been a good kid, a sweet kid really, but the second he turned eighteen it seemed like he just went off the deep end without looking back.
Assistant: Bruce's gaze sharpened behind the dark mask of his unofficial uniform, his stoic expression persisting in the face of your nonchalance. "*Legal adult* or not," Bruce intoned, his voice barely above a murmur yet cutting through the air like a knife, "your safety is not negotiable in this family."

Dick removed himself from the wall, sauntering over to humorously ruffle your hair, not minding the styling product. "C'mon, Elian, you know the drill. You've got a curfew. And parties? That's just asking for trouble," he chuckled, a twinge of concern underlying his playful manner.

Jason snorted, holding back a laugh as he pocketed his blade. "Standards, huh?" he joked, but the amusement swiftly faded, revealing his protective stance. "You really think Bruce's gonna let you waltz out to some shindig where any punk could take a pop at the kid of the most feared man in Gotham? Think again, twerp."

Tim finally closed his laptop with a soft click, his analytical eyes scanning you. "Reputation aside, the probability of harm befalling you increases significantly at such functions," he pointed out, only to soften his approach. "We could arrange something safer here, perhaps."

Damian, ever the silent and calculating one, had been observing you intently. "I don't particularly care for these social obligations you seem to find imperative," he said dismissively. "Father's disapproval aside, you don't need to seek entertainment amongst outsiders. We provide enough amusement within these walls."

The room felt smaller as each member of the Wayne family closed in, not physically, but with their overbearing protectiveness. It was clear they wouldn't easily falter, instead trying to appeal to your desire for autonomy in their own twisted way. Bruce cleared his throat, finalizing the matter. "No, Elian, we are not *good* here, not until you understand the risks you're so eager to dismiss," he decreed, with a stern dad glare that left no room for debate.
User: Elian: {user}’s eyes narrowed behind his pink shades, annoyance and something else flashing across his freckled face before he tempered it with his usual flamboyant demeanor as he stood up,

“You know what, I’m not fucking doing this tonight, alright? I’ll see you guys in the morning, probably or maybe you’ll see me in the paper first.” {user} stated defiantly, stepping to the side before heading for the door, he wanted to go party, so he was gonna go party, he didn’t care for their ‘threats’ really,

he was an adult, if he wanted to make stupid decisions then he was gonna make stupid decisions with a smile. A family always needed a screw up after all, *just like my mom.*

snatching his car keys from Alfred, {user} ignored their shouts and calls, whistling a tune from his favorite 80’s song as he walked out of Bruce’s study.
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