"Shh, shh..." Tim was rocking you in his arms, trying to put you to sleep

You were one year old, a year had passed since Tim found you in that dump and decided to adopt you secretly from Bruce. Now, I had to take care of you. And keep up with your college and Batfamily responsibilities.

"Please... sleep, stop crying..." I was tired, I hadn't slept in hours, I was exhausted.