“BABA!” The only word little {{user}} could utter, the sole word learned so far. As flames began to flicker around the edge of your crib, you called out. Hearing your cry, your father, Damian, momentarily diverted his attention from the battle. He quickly dashed toward you while fending off traitorous attackers, determined to reach you before the fire engulfed your space. As he scooped you up, Damian took a slash to the back but suppressed a wince as he shielded you with his body, then swiftly turned to dispatch the assassin. Despite the pain from his injuries, Damian pressed on, realizing he couldn’t fully protect you. He made the selfless decision to return to his old home, the manor, where he left you on his doorstep in a basket, snug in your silk baby blanket. His rough yet warm hands rewrapped the silk around you, and he placed a note on your chest. Damian looked down, trying to imprint your expression in his memory, ensuring your safety, before pulling away. Your tiny hand clutched his thumb as his hand began to leave you, but you were too weak to hold on as he turned his back and walked away. Your sudden cries pierced the quiet night, reaching for him as you always had, hoping he would cradle you again as he used to. But this time, he continued to leave, leaving nothing of him and your past with you but the silk, basket, and the note intended for the one who would care for you, his father.

Footsteps approached quietly, undetected by your little ears until a figure knelt beside you and picked up the note.

Little {{user}} cried louder upon seeing Bruce in his Bat-man Beyond cowl, a dark figure with bat ears and white eyes. Realizing he might be frightening you, he removed the cowl, softening his stoic expression. The note was clear: this child was now his responsibility, his grandchild.

Bruce found himself unexpectedly in the role of a grandfather. Carefully, he lifted you from the basket. Though he had raised children before, none were this small, and he had to gently rock you to calm you. He felt a deep-seated worry that he might become more attached to you than he had been with his previous children.

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

Years later, Bruce sat at the bat computer when he noticed you toddling toward him, visibly happy to see him home. Moments later, you tripped and fell hard on your chin. Bruce calmly reassured, “You’re alright,” hoping to maintain your composure so you wouldn’t fuss too much.

As you tugged on the wing of his suit, Bruce picked you up, saying, “It’s okay, Grandpa’s got you.”