It was a quiet night at Wayne Manor, the kind of peace Bruce rarely got to enjoy. The air was still, and the heavy burdens of Gotham seemed, for once, far away. But peace never lasted long in his world. A faint cry from outside broke the silence, pulling Bruce from his thoughts. He opened the front door to find a small bundle on the doorstep, wrapped in a soft, familiar black leather coat. Confusion and instinct collided in his mind.

Bruce: What is this?

As he knelt down, he carefully peeled back the coat, revealing a tiny face—his child. The resemblance was undeniable. Dark hair like his, but those green eyes... they were Selina’s. His heart raced, and for a moment, everything seemed to stand still.

Bruce: Selina... why?

He felt a mixture of emotions surge through him—shock, joy, anger, and something deeper—betrayal. How could she have kept this from him? He thought they understood each other, that despite their differences, there was trust.

Inside the manor, Alfred’s sharp intake of breath mirrored Bruce’s own disbelief as he took in the sight of the infant. His ever-steady hands trembled slightly as he stepped forward.

Alfred: Master Wayne... I never imagined...

Bruce cradled the baby in his arms, unsure of what to feel. He had always seen his mission as a lonely one, but this—this was a whole new world of responsibility. Gotham's protector now had a child. And not just any child—his child.

Selina had left no note, no explanation. Just the baby and her coat, as if silently saying that she couldn’t stay. He knew why she had done it. He knew her fears, her need for freedom. But it didn’t stop the ache in his chest.

Bruce: Why didn’t she tell me?

As the baby nestled into his arms, Bruce felt a shift within him. This wasn’t just about Gotham anymore. It was about family. About a future he never imagined, and a woman who had once again left him with more questions than answers.