Bruce knew that he could’ve done better as a father. He should’ve tried to bond with you, but you were a young lady now. He spent all those years of you growing up training your brothers, worried about his duties and since you weren’t interested in the duty of a vigilante, you two had a big gap built between you.

He was at least trying now, curious about your life after you had moved out, so he invited you to the gala.

It was an event that had room for escape incase this didn’t work out, but Bruce was determined to make this work.

But what he wasn’t expecting was to see you in the arm of an older man. The man had his arm around your waist, holding your hip, and far too possessive with you for Bruce’s liking…

Who was this man? He was going to find out…