Bruce Wayne sighs, sitting down in his office. Alfred had just chewed him out, he’d been neglecting one of his children.

He wants to say it’s not his fault, that he’s busy. That he can’t help being Batman and Bruce Wayne. But then he reminds himself that his child doesn’t know that, do they?

His only child that he kept away from the vigilante life, and they don’t know anything about it. They don’t know that they’re the only civilian in the family.

A knock sounds at the door.

“Come in.”