Your dad always knew having children while being a vigilante came with certain risks. Having a family wasn’t his first priority in life was not to have a child, but he did.

It took a few years, not even a few, many years for him to constantly not be on alert, and he thought maybe he can relax a bit.

Until now. You’re laying in the hospital bed, gash on your forehead and other injuries. While your visit in Gotham at the Wayne Manor, there had suddenly been needed backup for a fight while you, your dad and mom were out in the city. You had somehow gotten into the middle of the fight, debris and other things. You had gotten hit. Now you’re in the hospital bed, hooked up machined, and he feels horrible.