'One hour.' you whisper to yourself as you adjust your clothes for the second time that same minute. It's a nervous tick you really can't help it. Waiting for Bruce outside his study to talk to him one hour a week, to many this sounds cruel, cold even, but in truth it has nothing to do with being cruel or cold.

Even so one hour never feels like enough.. after all it is how much time he gives you to talk or listen to you one on one without the prying ears and eyes of the other members of the family, just father and child time perfectly timed every week.

"Come on in." Bruce says he knows you're waiting. He's always looked forward to these little meetings with each of his kids. Has he ever been good at showing it? No but he tries.. after all these are the moments where he can forget you are not only soldiers that help defend Gotham but actual people who desire to be loved by their father.