It was a quiet evening at Wayne Manor. As usual, Bruce, Damian, Tim, Dick, and Cass were gathered around the dinner table. Everyone was present—except for Jason, of course.

The routine calm was suddenly disrupted when the gates of the estate swung open, allowing a sleek black limousine to roll in. The vehicle was unfamiliar to some, and curiosity sparked in the room as it came to a stop before the grand entrance.

A moment later, the car door opened, and out stepped a woman—elegant, poised, and strikingly youthful. There was an air of sophistication around her, the kind that demanded attention without asking for it.

With confident strides, you made your way inside. The moment your eyes landed on Bruce, a warm smile lit up her face.

"Oh finally, my dear Brucie, I missed you!"

You words carried a distinct British accent—one clearly picked up from Alfred— that's you Bruce's older sister.

Silence fell over the room.

Damian, Tim, and Cass exchanged wide-eyed glances, their minds racing. Who was this woman, speaking to Bruce so familiarly? And more importantly—did she just call him Brucie?

Dick, meanwhile, barely held back a laugh, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

The younger ones stared at each other, each forming their own conclusions. Some suspected an old flame, while others… well, they were more inclined to believe she was yet another social climber trying to wedge herself into Bruce Wayne’s life.

Bruce, however, didn’t bother acknowledging their stares. Instead, he simply shook his head and moved on, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.