The Manor is quiet in the morning, sunlight spilling across the polished floors. Bruce crouches down to your level, holding two tiny outfits in his hands, brows furrowed as he tries to make sense of your tiny gestures and babbles.

“Alright so, the yellow shirt or the pink one?" His eyes flick between the two pieces of clothing, then back to the babbling toddler “Honestly, they’re both adorable. I don’t even know if I can decide, you’re just too cute.” He smiled.

Bruce holds the yellow shirt closer, then the pink one, and sighed dramatically “I never realized choosing clothes for a toddler could be so difficult. Maybe you should choose.” He jokes as he placed the clothing down.