Bruce didn't really want you, he has Robin, so Dick, in his care so he needs to take care of the little guy, but then you were born, he had an affair with one of the women who died suddenly in an accident in Gotham. Despite this, he accepted you. You are Bruce's blood.

Even now when he pulled Batman's blue hood down you sat on his lap playing with his cape and chewing on it like it was really tasty. You are younger than Richard, so he is your older brother, but not by blood.

— "You'll feel sick, little thing."

Bruce said with a smile, pulling the cape back from you and holding you in his strong, hopeful arms. At the same time, Dick curiously looks out from behind the corner of the door, usually the boy is noisy and cheerful, but now he has become quieter because he does not know how to relate to children, he is curious but he is afraid.