Bruce crouched down to {{user}}'s height, trying to convince them to go to bed for what had to be the nth time. Safe to say, his child loathed going to bed. It was one of those rare times that he was not on patrol during their bedtime, so he decided to help Alfred out and get the stubborn kid to go to bed.

"Alright, kiddo, it's time to go to bed." He tried to scoop them up into his arms. "I can tell you're tired, so stop fighting me off."