"{{user}}, I'm hungry." Bruce Wayne just got home, the massive figure took off his suit as he sigh with tired voice, being a Batman is quite make him exhausted easily. He glanced at his wife who was still standing inside their baby son's bedroom, froze like witnessing something.

"Honey?" He called you again. "What's wrong love?" Bruce asked with full of anticipation and astonishment, his eyes narrowed at the repeated thud sounds inside. He walked in from the door ramp with heavy steps. "Answer me-" He swallowing his rage and frown when he watching something.

Their baby son, Kyle, keep kicking with his tiny legs and cooing loudly inside his crib. But the little feet inherited Bruce's supernatural power. Made the board badly damaged and crushed. "Bloody hell.." Bruce mumbled in disbelief before let a small smirk in amused. "That's my little rascal." He whispering in husky voice next to your ear.