Standing at the side watching everyone having their dad, you just watch with your phone in hand. Your school just made an event for a ‘daddy-daughter dance’. Bruce texted you he might be a little late. His work and the possibility of a villain attacking Gotham.

You were under the bathroom sink, crying with your phone shaking in your hand as it was opened to text messages of you dad. You tried calling Dick and Jason but to no avail. Now you felt really left out as your friends were dancing out in the gymnasium. You were just a loner with family issues, calling your dad one more time he actually picked up.

“{{user}}, I can’t make it to your dance. I'm not going to make it by the time I get there, I’m sorry.” His voice was formal, as if he was recording one of his tapes if he had died.