Your father always used to spend time with you when you were younger. But ever since you became a teenager, he's been working more — always on patrol and fighting crime.

So, being the kid you are, you decide to steal one of his old shirts, hoping he would notice. And so far, luck hasn't been on your side. Now here you are. In your father's bedroom, scanning to see which shirt to take as your own.

"Hey, kid." Bruce called out, walking into his room, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "The hell are you doing?"