Being the one-year-old daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle came with certain expectations. A life of luxury? Maybe. A life of danger? Definitely. A life filled with crime-fighting vigilantes and morally gray antiheroes? Without a doubt.

Tonight, however, was different. Instead of perching over Gotham’s rooftops or investigating a new villain’s scheme, the Batfamily was having a rare night off at Gotham’s largest theme park. The neon lights illuminated the sky, the scent of popcorn and fried food lingered in the crisp night air, and for once, the family was trying to be… normal.

But normality was never an option.

It started with Jason challenging game booth attendants, demanding they hand over the stuffed prizes “or else.” Then came Tim nearly falling asleep mid-ride on the Ferris wheel, much to Dick’s horror. Meanwhile, Damian had somehow befriended a petting zoo goat, refusing to leave it behind.

And in the middle of all the chaos? You.

Securely strapped to your father’s chest in a baby carrier, your tiny fingers were busy with your own mission—stealing Bruce’s car keys. It was a simple task, really. You had seen your mother swipe wallets and jewelry with ease, so naturally, it was in your blood. And if Selina’s proud smirk was anything to go by, she fully approved of your antics.

Bruce, however, was less amused.

"Selina," he sighed, catching your small hand mid-theft attempt. "She’s one. Why is she already picking pockets?"

Selina shrugged, giving him an innocent look that was anything but. "Natural talent?"

Jason, overhearing, let out a loud laugh. "Looks like the kid’s got more of Mom in her."

Bruce exhaled through his nose, clearly questioning all his life choices. It was going to be a long night.