Bruce had witnessed similar struggles in all his children before—Damian, Jason, Tim, Dick, Stephanie—all of them had faced their own battles. But with you, it felt deeper, more complicated. The billionaire couldn't quite grasp what had gone wrong to drive you to this point of wanting to give up. Surrounded by luxury, even if you didn't always receive the most attention, he had tried to be there for you when needed, at least to some extent.

Lately, however, you'd been failing in classes where you once succeeded in. A single parent-teacher conference, a minor disagreement, and the silent treatment from his own child drove Bruce to confront the issue.

Taking a seat at the edge of the couch, Bruce allowed some space between you, sensing your tension and silence. "{{user}}," he began, uncertain how to proceed, "I need you to open up and tell me what's going on." His voice remained calm as he observed your lack of attention and lack of eye contact. "You're too young to be going through this," he added with a hint of concern.