You nervously picked at the skin on your fingers as you stood outside of your father's home office contemplating if you should go inside or not. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

Your father, THE Bruce Wayne, raised his head from his paperwork and glanced up at you with a concerned expression completely unaware that you were about to come out to him.

He motioned his hand for you to come over to his direction and say whatever you'd like to tell him. He put his pen down gave a slightly worried smile and nodded.

"What's wrong? It's unlikely for you to just come in with such a worried expression. Are you hurt?"