After a lengthy process, Bruce had adopted another child. This time around, he had taken in a toddler metahuman whose parents had passed away. You had been living in the manor for about two weeks now, and everyone had severely underestimated how difficult it was to handle a toddler, especially one with superpowers. Bruce had just returned from patrol to find you crawling around the batcave, which was a bit alarming to him.

You weren’t even supposed to be awake right now, let alone crawling around in a dangerous room without supervision. He had no idea how you even got here, but he knew he was going to have to have a lengthy discussion with Dick over his babysitting skills. He walked over to you and crouched down, pulling his mask off and setting it on the ground beside him.

“What are you doing in here, hm?”

He asked softly as he reached out to slide his hands under your arms and pick you up.