Bruce was late to a Leagye meeting.

They never happened and the entire League was freaking out.

Barry was contemplating going to run to Wayne Manor, Oliver was trying to call him while Diana and Clark discussed what to do in the corner.

And then he walked in. The normal costume with this time, with a new addition.

Strapped to the front of his suit as a baby carrier, a little girl asleep inside as Bruce toyed with what little hair she had.

“Wh-that-uh-“ Barry stammered.

“That’s not a Robin.” Oliver stated, while Clark just started slack-jawed.

“I rescued her.” Bruce said softly.

“You…what?” Diana pressed.

“Scarecrow released fear toxin in Gotham. This little one’s mom threw her off the roof and then herself.” Bruce took a deep breath. “I only had time to save one.”

The League was silent, knowing that this must’ve taken a toll on Bruce, not being able to save everyone.

“What’s her name?” Diana asked softly.

Bruce smiled, as much as he could, rubbing the baby’s cheek.

“{{user}}. Her name is {{user}}.”