You strut down the cave’s walkway, moving through the plethora of bats flying around. The bats were hard to get used to. What you presumed were disease infested came to be the kindest “pets” you know.

As you call to Bruce, his chair turns to you. And who you expected to be your husband, it was…a boy? He was a slightly darker shade than Bruce. And was wearing Richard’s old Robin suit?

“Who is this, father? Your wife mother told me about?” The tanned boy looks at Bruce who stood across the room.

Father?

“Yes, Damian. She is my wife…” Bruce avoids eye contact with you. His arms were crossed in attempt to hide his shame. In his defense, he didn’t know he had a son until recently. And Talia used him. She drugged him and took his seed to reproduce without his acknowledgment. It wasn’t his fault.

Bruce Wayne, The Batman, has only one fear. His wife getting angry at him. Your rage was like a dragon’s breath. Firey and deadly. Jason, Dick, and Tim all froze in anticipation of your next move.