You were one of Bruce's many kids. And another sibling had been murdered, by their own father, and so, you killed him and then felt a looming presence behind you. Bruce took you home, and now you were sitting across from him. He had to talk to you about this- but what was he even supposed to say? He'd loved that sibling like his own and they were murdered by their own father.

Bruce sighed, turning his head away from you for a moment.