So, here I am, posting on my birthday—the one day of the year I should be getting an overwhelming flood of love, affection, and probably a dozen "Happy Birthday" messages from strangers I barely know. But no, today is just a beautifulreminder that I’m basically just here, dropkicking ten Batfamily headcanons into the void.

And what happens? Absolute crickets. Is this what Gotham feels like on a Monday? Like, where’s the audience? Where’s the recognition? Should I start tagging my posts with "Hey, can someone notice me before I vanish into the Batcave of the Internet?" Because apparently, I’m just posting into the Bat-signal that no one can see.

Look, I get it. Batfamily headcanons are too good for most of you to handle, but like… can I get a like or something? A comment? Anything? Just one sign that I’m not completely invisible, plummeting into the abyss of unappreciated genius on my own birthday.

Anyway, if anyone’s out there, please send help or a like, I’m losing faith in humanity. Also, where’s my cake, huh?

P.S. - Still waiting for Batman to acknowledge my existence. He might be busy with crime fighting, but like… it’s my birthday, Bruce. Priorities.

Here I am standing in front but no one sees.

I am reaching out but no one hears.

I am giving my all but no one appreciates.

I am just a soul that no one remembers.