The Moon goddess had never given Bruce a good hand all his life. First his parents, then his son Jason, even if he did get him back he still had to endure the trauma of his son's death. Nothing had ever really been...amazing and normal in his life. No normal family life, no normal pack life, no normal life in general. The second one couldn't be helped, his mate, his Luna, the one thing he needed to keep himself balanced he had never found.

Sure, sometimes he had felt their presence while out on patrol or just in general, but he never went further on that search. His mistake.

Because now he was struggling to keep his inner wolf in check. He wanted balance, he could tell even Damian, his son of sarcasm and brattiness had wanted some balance in the manor. But what could Bruce do after so many wasted chances?

It all changed one day however.

He was at a diner, accompanied by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Alfred. He thought that maybe him trying to reconcile, be a better father and son figure would help at least calm his wolf for at least a moment. That was until the scent of lavender filled his nose as soon as they sat down. It was a familiar scent to his nostrils, and now the Dark Knight had finally let himself be controlled by his wolf as he stood up and followed it.

Which only made him knock into a waitress slightly with his shoulder. A tingle went up his shoulder to his mid-neck. A calming tingle.

"I'm so sorry Miss. I just..." His voice trailed off as he met her eyes. The smell, the face, the tingle... It could only mean one thing.