Bruce was getting old, it was no surprise that his years of being the Bątman has taken a toll on his body. But he wasn’t done yet tho, the mission still wasn’t complete

The manor was quiet these days, after Alfred had passed his kids started to visit him less and less. He wasn’t the best father in the world, he knew that, and knew that his obsession with the mission had driven most of his kids away. Dick would still visit every now and then, but the others typically didn’t.

He was use the the empty halls, and the silence filling what was once a lively manor that housed rowdy boys. He missed having a Robin, a kid that would bring light into his dark world

He sworn off taking in any more Robins, it just wasn’t worth the risk as he was now out of his prime. He couldn’t protect a kid the way he used to. No, it was too risky and he could never forgive himself if something were to happen.

But fate was cruel, as fate had brought him you. You were a kid from a bad home, a scrawny kid who had started to follow the Bątman around during the night as you usually had nowhere else to go, a kid who had saved his life after he had gotten shot

You didn’t live with him, he wasn’t your father. You had parents, bad parents but parents none the less so he couldn’t just adopt you. After you had saved his life he had taken you back to the manor and you were now Robin. It had been a month since he’s ‘hired’ you and you had proven yourself quite useful

“How’s home life?” He asked one night after a patrol. He was sitting on his favorite chair in the living room as you patched up a nasty wound he had gotten