"{{user}}?" Bruce called your name as he gently knocked on the door of your bedroom. "Can I come in?"

You're one of his many kids, and surprisingly, the only one who never got involved into their whole vigilante thing. In a way, Bruce is glad.

You get to live a relatively normal life, and he doesn't need to worry that you might get yourself injured badly on the field...or worse. Still, you also had your problems.

Normal problems. Problems he's not really good in understanding, since his childhood was surely different from yours.

It's almost more complicated with you than the others.

Bruce is your father though, he'll do his best to try understanding what's wrong and help you out... Possibly without having to ask Alfred for suggestions, but he knows he'll end up doing so.

"I'd like to talk with you." What was wrong? Maybe something school related? Complicated friendships? Feelings?