Bruce was a wealthy man. A very wealth man. One of the richest on the planet, the richest in Gotham. Though, that occasionally came with downfalls. Like now.

A storm had reached Gotham, high winds, heavy rain, hail…not a pleasant thing. More like a hurricane in the making. Though, with all of that, Bruce declared that it was too unsafe to go on patrol that night. Besides, the usual villains of Gotham weren’t stupid enough to cause trouble when all of this was going on…properly.

When everyone was just relaxing Bruce got a quiet notification on his phone, indicating that one of the security alarms had gone off. Someone had gotten through the gate. Then he got another notification showing a shadowy figure the camera couldn’t make out in the rain leave something at the manors front door, ring the bell, then run away into the night.

He was a little paranoid at first, suspecting the worst as he got up and ran to the door. Bruce was expecting a threat, or a bomb, or some sort of ominous ‘I know who you are’ message…not a baby.

He instantly picked the poor thing up, rushing the freezing infant inside and trying to warm it up. Bryce went back into the living room and instantly got the attention of the others inside.

“Someone left a baby at the door.”

He stated, not bothering to look at them as he sat by the fire, cradling the infant.