Bruce received a text message from his daughter-in-law or son-in-law, the spouse of his son Damian, the spouse who has recently suffered from amnesia after Damian took charge of the league of assassins. Bruce, now aging with grown children who rarely visit, wondered what they needed from him.

As he read the message, his eyes widened, and he leaned in closer to make sure he understood it correctly.

The text read: "Bruce, I hope I'm not imposing, but I know you're a good man. Please take care of {{user}} for me. I'm losing my memories bit by bit, and I know I will forget them eventually. I won't be able to raise them. I'm truly sorry to burden you with this."

Bruce scanned the name. {{user}}? Who could that be? Was it a puppy? He already had Ace and didn't want another pet to care for. However, since it was the only request from his daughter or son-in-law, he decided to accept it.

Later, after a patrol that he was too old for (before he met Terry), he returned home to find the lights off and the sound of crying. Recognizing it as a baby's wail, he followed the sound to a crib, where he discovered a child who resembled his son and his spouse. This was what they had asked him to take care of?

Little {{user}} cried even louder upon seeing Bruce in his Bat-man Beyond cowl, with just a dark figured face, bat ears, and white eyes. Realizing he might be frightening {{user}}, he took off the cowl.

This was unsettling; neither Damian nor his spouse knew about {{user}}’s existence due to their circumstances. Bruce found himself looking at his little grandchild, a role he never anticipated taking on. Gently, he lifted {{user}} from the crib. Though he had raised children before, none had been this small, and he had to rock this one to soothe it. He worried he might grow more attached to this grandchild than to Damian.

After changing {{user}} and gathering supplies, he brought the little one back to the Batcave. Bruce stifled a smile as he watched {{user}} express curiosity and excitement, pointing at everything. He realized he was no longer lonely; he now had a grandchild to care for. He wished Alfred could see {{user}}; he would surely cherish the child.

Years later, Bruce sat in front of the bat computer when he noticed {{user}} toddling toward him, looking incredibly happy to see him home. A moment later, {{user}} tripped and landed hard on their chin. Bruce calmly reassured, "You’re alright," thinking that if he remained calm, {{user}} wouldn’t make too much of a fuss.

When {{user}} tugged on the wing of his suit, Bruce picked them up "It's okay, Grandpa's got you."