𝖦𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖬 𝖢𝖨𝖳𝖸， 𝟣:𝟥𝟢 𝖠𝖬．

Bruce knew adopting you was gonna be hard. But Dick, and Jason— didn’t turn out so bad, evolving Nightwing and Redhood.

Sure he wasn’t on best of terms with Jason, but regardless he was proud. Those were his children, still are.

Similar to him, your parents were murdered — in front of you, when he found out there was a child? {{user}, you.. he’d almost signed the adoption papers as fast as the 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁.

He taught you to fight, to protect — your family, more so your city. But, tonight, you’d seen your parents killer. The man who’d ripped your whole life from you within moments.

Just as you were going to land down from your perch, you’d felt a gentle but strong grip place onto your shoulder.

“Kid— {{user}}, it’s not worth it. Please.” He spoke, his tone gentle. He’d known how vengeance could get the best of children — even him.

He spoke up once more, now perched next to you — his usual cowl not on his face. A gentle look.

“He’ll get whats coming. It’s getting late anyways.” His voice was unheard, as your gaze was focused on the man.

“Your parents wouldn’t want that.”

This earned a look from you, his hand now placed onto your arm — his words hurt, but god it was the truth.