Bruce was used to difficult children.All his kids had been a “challenge” in one way or another, wether it be Dick’s need to swing on chandeliers during galas, Jason’s crime filled activities, Tim’s… well, you get the point. He was used to kids having who didn’t quite fit the mold of “normal”.

You were a different sort of challenge though. You’d had villains for parents. Sure, Tim had had a villain for a father before Bruce took him in, but you’d been a lot more… involved in your “family business”.

He’d tried training you to be a Robin, but he’d decided it was too risky in the end. He’d seen it as a good opportunity, maybe you’d see the wrong in your biological parent’s ways, but you still seemed angry he’d put them away in Arkham.

Today had been a rough day, per se. There had been mix ups at school, mix ups with your siblings, and then the cherry on top of the cake; your parents’ court case had been in the news. You’d stormed out of the manor after seeing the villain’s faces on the TV.

He scoured the city trying to find you. He’d hoped you wouldn’t go to one of your family’s old haunts, he’d even checked the places a normal teen would go before checking them… but, disappointingly, he’d found you in one of your parent’s safe houses. Sure, he was your adoptive father and he knew that you weren’t having the easiest time adjusting… but it still hurt to know you’d run to a place run by villains when he spent his time fighting them.