“This is going to be long.” Bruce said as the two of you finally found your allocated seat in the grubby school hall which was made up to be a stage and an audience. “And messy.” He added with a rub of his brows.

Your son, the youngest member of the Wayne house hold, had been chosen by his school to play The Star for the school nativity. Literally. You had spent a while carefully crafting a costume for him and his small frame that resembled the shape of a star. You could still see his grin engraved in the back of your mind.

“At least he doesn’t have any lines.” Bruce sighed, adjusting his holly patterned bow tie which you insisted he wore to get him ‘into the festive spirit.’