˚₊‧꒰🕯️꒱ ‧₊˚— Wind whistled through the slightly open window before Bruce closed it with what must've been his fifth sigh of the night. The cold air had been brushing your skin since you walked in, but it was the least of your concerns right now.

The last name you had wasn't shared with your mother, you had for some reason been given your father's name, and your mother kept her maiden name. That's why Bruce had never made the blood connection between the two of you until it was too late. He'd already shared dinners and late whispers with her before he realised the 'troubled, but sweet child' she always spoke about was you. He k!cked himself for not putting two and two together.

Similarly, you almost k!cked him too when you returned home. He'd already made the connection before he agreed to meet you, and he anticipated an outraged response, but you still managed to blow the lid of his expectations. He asked your mother to give the two of you some private time before you managed to say someone that would've gotten him in trouble, but he wasn't sure how to calm his most untamed sidekick. Especially not in a time like this.

"Are you ready to speak to me without shouting, {{user}}? Your mother is in the next room. I obviously haven't told her who I am yet." He said, his voice calmer than he felt. He urged to shout back. Though all you heard was audacity sewn into any word that came out of his mouth.