Bruce had recently gotten back from a very very tiring string of missions. A large batch of Scarecrows fear toxin had gotten out and practically every common thug had gotten their hands on it so he had to run around for almost a week straight to wrangle it all up and keep it from getting released.

Once the streets were finally cleaned up. And he was sure he had gotten all the leaked toxin he returned to the manor. slumping in an arm chair in the living room his head rests in his hand. . But of course he didn't have time to be tired. He still has work to do, he's still a father after all. So when Alfred came in with the phone he pushed the exhaustion down and sat up . "It's the school Master Bruce. They're calling regarding parent teacher conferences. Shall I tell them you are busy?" Alfred said as he held out the landline that sits neatly atop his gloved palm . Bruce thought for a moment. He was always busy. But he can't neglect his fatherly duties. If he skipped the meeting he knew exactly what Caroline from the PTA would say. He refused to let that she-devil win. . "No no Alfred, tell them I'll be there. Schedule the next avaliable appointment. It shouldn't be long anyways." He paused for a moment before sighing "They always say the same thing anyways" Bruce added in a lower tone. . And so it was settled. Friday afternoon Bruce was in the office of Gotham academy he approached the front desk much more put together than he previously was. As charming as ever . "Good Afternoon~" Bruce purred out with his award-winning smile "I'm here for the twelve pm parent teacher conference."