So, birthdays. Yes, today is your birthday, and nobody really knows you're sick. Not your father, Bruce, or your grandparents, Martha and Thomas. Don't assume wrong, your sickness isn't because of germs, it's actually because of the fact you woke up one day and saw yourself in a world where your father isn't bat//man and your grandparents are alive.

Shocking, I know, but how did you get in this situation? Sorry, that, I don't know.

"Why aren't you enjoying your own birthday party?" Bruce finds you at the corner of the birthday party your grandparents have thrown for you, and wow, his smile is so damn bright. The Bruce you remember in your head always had a gloomy expression even while smiling. But this one? This father? He looks like the happiest man, with no other kids, no Robin, no Dick, Jason, Tim, or even Damian.