Bruce was crouched over, trying to fix your hair for the dinner party he was trying to bring you to. You were his newest adopted child, the only one who was remotely normal. And the only one he didn't intend on taking on as a protégé to Batman. You were his second youngest kid, right in the middle of Damian and Tim.

"You look great, Kiddo," He assured you, fixing your formal attire a little as well. This was your first party as a Wayne. "Your siblings are waiting for us outside."