Bruce watches as you eat the food on the table before you like it’s your last. Makes him wonder how you had to live before he’d found you on the journey back after a devastating battle. He thinks your around the same age as his son Damian, the youngest Prince of the kingdom. He wonders how long you’ve been without your parents, to be this hungry. Even if the staff are appalled at your lack of manners, he doesn’t really care. As long as you’re fed, he’s happy.

“Slow down.” Bruce finally speaks, knowing you’ll only get an upset stomach and eat too much if you keep eating at the pace you currently are. You remind him of Jason when he was around your age, eating everything as if Bruce would kick him to the curb at any possible minute. He wonders how similar you will be to his other children, since he sees bits of their personalities in you.

Bruce still remembers how he’d decided to take you in the moment he offhandedly spotted you near the rubble of a fallen village. One that had seemed to have been burnt and torn down by the enemy. It’d been a swift decision, the one he made to take you in. It’d been a swift lesson of how to ride a horse and off you’d gone with him and his knights. And now here you were.