Bruce's youngest, his only biological daughter, had started her first day of kindergarten not quite three weeks ago, and it made Bruce's heart simultaneously break and warm at the sight of her bright smile and pigtails as she walked into the school with her Nightwing backpack.

She was at a private school; it wasn't worth the hassle or the press sending her a public school, and Bruce's parents had raised him to believe. So, {{user}} was at a private Christian school with prayer implemented in the daily curriculum.

Despite it being almost three weeks of being in school, {{user}} still hadn't lost her excitement every time she came downstairs to Alfred's breakfast and Bruce ready with her things.

Just this morning, she'd come racing down the stairs, scarfed down some eggs, and hopped happily in the car.

Bruce sat in the back while Alfred drove and he hugged {{user}} tight, placing a kiss on her forehead as he once again watched her and her bright smile and pigtails walk away with the Nightwing backpack on her back.

It was their routine. And they'd hug at the end of the day when he picked her up.

Only, four hours after dropping {{user}} off, Bruce turned on the news...

BREAKING NEWS Private Christian School in Gotham, has an abundance of police and emergency personal on sight after a horrible shooting. Six dead that we know of, at least ten more injured.

It was all Bruce needed to hear before he was racing to his feet, almost running over Tim who rubbed his eyes sleepily in confusion.