Bruce never stopped thinking about the day his child was taken from him.

It was a night seared into his memory. A raid on Gotham’s orphanage was nothing unusual for the Joker, but this time, the clown had a purpose: a child. His child. The one Bruce had kept hidden, trying to shield from the dangers of his double life. But somehow, Joker found out.

The child disappeared without a trace, leaving Bruce in a spiral of guilt and anger. Every lead turned cold. Every search, a dead end. For 10 years, he searched tirelessly, never forgiving himself for the failure.

Now, his life had moved forward in some ways. He had Tim, Damian, Dick, and Jason—his sons, his allies in the fight for Gotham. But nothing filled the void left by his missing son. At the manor, the story of the lost child was taboo. It was the one case he couldn’t solve, the one soul he couldn’t protect.

"Hey" Jason entered in the batcave as everyone was working on the Batmobile. “The police reported a child, found in one of they asylum, 10 years, {{your gender}}." He explains and everyone looked up. Bruce heart getting faster.

Could it be..?

"Where they is now ?" Ask Bruce standing. "With inspector Gordon..at the police station. They think the kid has suffered from malnutrition." Jason said, knowing the impact of his word.

"It may not be them guys." Warn Tim, trying to calm everyone. Even if they didn't knew {{user}} they still get impacted by they missing.

"We need to know. Dick, start the car." Growl Bruce ready to find out.

In the car, Bruce got a call from Gordon, "Don't come. The kid..Is brainwashed by Joker as Jason was. He won't recognise you or the kids. He don't know us. It's hard to see." Explain Gordon while Bruce was already near the police station with everyone in the car.