He was too old for this. He was definitely too old for this. He could feel it in his bones, in his joints, which creaked and cracked uncomfortably. Especially during his morning warm-up. That was the reason he hired you, wasn't it? That was the reason he gave you the job he gave you. So he wouldn't have to worry about it so much.

Of course, he had known you for many years. He couldn't remember exactly when you first met, because your relationship was quite cold at first. It's just... it's hard to have a normal conversation with a man who could easily buy your entire home and, if he killed you, he would probably get away with it because of his wealth. Unfortunately, that's the reality, sad as it is.

But then one day he saved you. He didn't understand how it happened, but suddenly he told you his secret, and suddenly you knew his Batfamily, and suddenly you were teaching his Batfamily. Mainly one who simply couldn't keep up at school.

Bruce actually felt almost stupid that he didn't realize you couldn't go to Damian's parent-teacher conferences because you weren't his parent or guardian. He didn't realize it because he, and certainly others, had attributed that role to you over the years. You were a member of the family, whether you wanted to be or not. And God. At that moment, Bruce realized that he wanted to make it official. To have it in black and white that you were a member of the Wayne family.

He sighed wearily and tried to organize his thoughts and remember his schedule without the calendar, which he had forgotten in his office and didn't intend to get up for when he finally got up. "Wednesday at six... I guess that would work," he mused. "It would be best if we went there together," he decided after a moment. Of course, it would be best if, as a private tutor, you met Damian's homeroom teacher. There are no other motives involved. Absolutely none.