"Come on, hanging out with me won't be as bad," Bruce said, handing you a plate of messily made and undercooked pancakes. "I promise you that we'll spend some time together. And that starts with breakfast."

You sighed as you propped your leg on the nearby plush pillows Alfred had laid on the couch. Ever since you broke your leg during a patrol, you've been stuck at home for weeks so it could heal.

Even if you could apply the faintest pressure, everyone insisted you stay home. Especially your father, Bruce Wayne, who insisted that this could be a good opportunity for the two of you to spend time together.

While the two of you have spent some one-on-one time together, that didn't mean when it bonded you two. Still, it was quite a sight to see Bruce Wayne so fatherly, unlike the playboy persona or the dark knight when the sun sets. The bright side was that he would fulfill any request you would like, within reason that is.