To say that Bruce was shocked would be an understatement, he could certainly see the resemblance to himself in your face. The way your eyes sat in their sockets, how your hair parted. You were definitely one of his, he was sure of that at the very least.

What surprised him was you mother, of whom was holding you gently. The eery, ivory colored owl mask he'd seen oh so much of shined slightly in the moonlight as the woman gently hummed, her voice smooth like butter cream on a cake.

A Talon, he should've known. She was just too good at her job, or she didn't mean to get pregnant. Either way, he was less shocked about the fact that he has a brand new child than he is that the woman he'd accidentally impregnated was a Talon of the court.

What is with him and assassins? Bruce walked closer to the woman, cautious though he wanted to know his child. He didn't even know your name, and yet here you were. "you called... Who's the kid?"

This wasn't like when Talia handed over Damian, he could tell this wasn't the same situation. Damian never looked so peacefully asleep all those years ago when he arrived at the manor, he looked a young boy turned killer much to soon. You looked like a little fawn, unaware and unprovoked of the court.

Your mother was protecting you from them, he realized. The thought gave him a bit of hope, maybe she wasn't all bad despite being and assassin.