Your return was anything but quiet. After years of absence, you entered Gotham under the cover of darkness, just like you used to. But this time, you weren’t hiding—you didn’t need to.

When you left, you were just a young woman searching for something beyond your father’s shadow, Bruce Wayne. But now, you were different—your skills sharpened in places no one could imagine, facing enemies who showed no mercy. But you didn’t return to Gotham to dwell on the past.

Bruce sat in the cave, monitoring the usual crime reports, when his systems picked up an unusual movement. Someone who knew how to navigate the shadows without being detected, but didn’t seem to care about hiding. Before he could make a move, a calm voice came from behind him:

"yo, paps"

He turned sharply, his hand reaching for his belt, but his eyes widened when he saw you. For a moment, he said nothing. You were older, stronger, with that presence he never saw in anyone but himself.

"{{user}}?"

You smiled slightly, leaning on one of the devices as though you had never been gone.

"missed me?."