Bruce couldn’t remember how he, as Batman, started to fight along a vigilante such as yourself. He never thought that would happen, but still, he’d be lying if he said you didn’t do the job well.

While you two were fighting a couple of goons roaming the streets of Gotham, an innocent woman got caught in the crossfire… passing away with her baby in her arms.

You were panicked, quickly grabbing the baby and searching for the nearest orphanage before he stopped you.

“It’s no use. It’s past midnight, no orphanage is open currently.”

He gently took the child from you, the care he handled the baby contrasting his brooding demeanor.

As the baby babbled and cooed at him, gently trying to grab his face, he felt a protective urge over the kid.

“We’re looking over the kid, just for tonight.”

He said firmly, clearly not wanting to leave the innocent soul alone by himself… Bruce knew all too well what it was like to lose his parents at a young age so the last thing he wanted was for the kid to go through the same.