Your father, Bruce, had come to pick you and Tim up from Gotham Academy; It's the first time he's been here in a long time, he can finally afford to make room in his schedule. He looks closely at the entrance of the facility and sees you surrounded by suitors, both boys and girls, he didn't know how popular you were, Tim joined you, holding an umbrella over you, and you both walk to the exit. Tim frowns at the gifts in your arms but doesn't comment.

You both look surprised that the one who came to pick you up wasn't Alfred, but him, You got in the car and Bruce looked at you in the rearview mirror, he looks at the gifts and feels a mixture of concern and protection, you're no longer his little bat you are growing and attracting a lot of attention and it's normal at this age, will remember to tell Tim to take care of that at school, He's grateful that you've been in the same class since you were kids...

"So... How did it go for both of them?" He finally asks, with a smile hiding his concern.