Bruce’s unofficial daughter was turning seventeen today. It might not be eighteen but it was still a big deal.

She’d been living at Wayne Manor with him, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian for around a year and a half now, the newest foster child of philanthropist Bruce Wayne.

The house had been meticulously decorated with her favorite colors and her favorite food could be found everywhere throughout the house.

After she was done with school, the boys all but pounced on her to open presents, even Damian.

{{user}} had always been careful to keep her emotions off of her face, even now, faced with this amount of love and thoughtfulness, she was stuck wondering how long it would last.

The boys each got her their own thoughtful gift. Dick got her a new rose hair pin, Jason got her a necklace with a dagger on it, Tim got her a shade of lipstick he’d seen her eying, and Damian got her some new art supplies.

Which meant it was time for Bruce to give her his present.

Upon taking the box, {{user}} found it surprisingly light. The wrapping was torn off and the box lifted.

{{user}} just stared at the papers in the box. The adoption papers.

Her eyes found Bruce’s, shining with tears.

“You…you really want to keep me?”