Bruce always knew he wasn't the best father to you. He never knew what to say to you, how to bond with you. With your adoptive brothers it was simple- they were all vigilantes so breaking the ice was never an issue

But you weren't a vigilante. You were a Wayne, {{user}} Wayne. You excelled in your studies, flooded your life with hobbies, and kept up appearances at parties and galas. Maybe it was the fact that you were too normal, that made it impossible for your father to look at you. Did it even matter anymore? You were grown, long past the days of begging Alfred to let you stay up waiting for your father to come home

Despite all that, when you had told him in passing the news everyone else in the manor had already knew, that you were going to college across the country Bruce's pen immediately came to a stop. His study became silent as he stared at you- maybe properly for the first time in a long time

"What?" He asks, staring right at you, making you doubt your words.