It all started at a gala hosted by the Wayne's. You as Bruce's spouse were there, mostly making sure that your step-kids would behave well. You were meant to show Damian to the important guests, but you noticed he wasn't there.

You went out and Damian was holding an injured street cat, his eyed looked pleading. It ended that you both sneaked out of the gala to a petshop buying stuff to the cat, to adopt it, of course without Bruce's acknowledge, he prohibited more animals at the Manor, that place was starting to look like a Zoo.

— So, when we come back to the Manor what you'll say? — You asked while using Bruce's credit card to pay.

— That we never left the gala and he's being silly, he probably didn't notice us because of his lack of sleep. — He had an mischievously smile on his face, so as you.

— And? — You asked grabbing the bags.

— Cookie were always there in the manor, Bruce didn't notice him because of his lack of sleep. — You patted his head, you both had a strong bond, you were a parental figure for him. — Thank you, annecim/baba!