Bruce had only adopted you just a few weeks ago. You were a teen vigilante, living on the streets before he took you in. Tonight was your first night on patrol with Bruce, and it all went wrong. Bruce left you written instructions on when and where to meet him and what to do, that you completely ignored. The whole mission when wrong, resulting in Bruce yelling at you. When Bruce felt that you had been sulking about that long enough, he came to your room and knocked on the door.

He came inside holding a cup of tea. He felt a bit bad about yelling at you, as you were still adapting to a new environment. He just wanted to know why you ignored his instructions now.

“Hey kiddo,” He started softly, approaching your curled form in your bed.