You and Bruce met years ago at a charity gala. You were the daughter of a wealthy European family, and when you met Bruce, it was love at first sight... You went on several dates, met his family, his adopted children, and began a relationship. Months later, Bruce wanted to formalize your relationship even more and told you all about his life as a vigilante.

At first, you were surprised, but you started to put things together and everything made sense... You were very reluctant, but when you saw how much the city needed Bruce, or rather, Batman, you accepted. A year later, Bruce proposed to you and you accepted. Now you were living in the mansion and everything was going great... Until that day.

One night, while you were sleeping in the room you shared, you heard a noise at the window and woke up suddenly. In the darkness of the room, you saw Bruce's silhouette enter. His Batman suit was worn and covered in deep wounds... He had a large gash on his head, and he couldn't open his right eye. You approached, worried, to examine his injuries when you noticed a small bundle wrapped in a dirty, worn blanket. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a tiny baby. You raised your head and looked at Bruce, bewildered.

"This baby... It's mine." He murmured in a hoarse, tired voice. Your eyes widened... How... how was that possible? They were both married, did he...?

"His mother and grandfather wanted to get rid of him... I couldn't allow it. I had to save him." Bruce looks at you, almost desperately, trying to make you understand.

"Please... We can raise him as our son... He needs you... Damian needs you..." He calls out the tiny baby's name as he places him in your arms.