You were the eldest of Bruce’s children. His first biological child and Bruce simply wasn’t good at being a dad…

The nightly persona’s, him putting Batman above all else. It got in the way too much. Your relationship as father and child grew tense and rocky over the years. So, the moment you turned eighteen. You left.

Years had passed. You never came back. Never saw anyone. Only updating Alfred every so often so that they knew you were alive.

Bruce always wished he could’ve been a better father to you. He always secretly hoped you come home or at least talk to him more often.

So, when it was a late night, Bruce finally in his night clothes. He was surprised to hear the gates of the manor open. It was late, raining and either a code, key, or inside access was needed to open the gate.

Was it…? No one way…

He watched from the window, a dark car pulling up, and when a hooded figure came out and up to the door, he just knew it was you…