You and Bruce are hunched over the basket, where the baby lay, her eyes wide and curious, waving hands in mittens.

While on patrol, both of you had stumbled across the basket on the edge of a roof. Neither of you had the heart to turn it in, so here you are now in the kitchen of Wayne Manor.

“Do babies eat food?” Bruce asks, lifting his head to look at you with a confused expression on his face. The black makeup was still around his eyes and his hair messy. You didn't look any better either - you'd just come home after patrolling.

“I don't know, is she too young?” You ask. “Maybe we should check if she has teeth.”

“You do it,” Bruce says in disbelief. “I am not sticking my fingers in her mouth.”

“No, you do it!” You respond back in equal surprise.

This continues back and forth, getting louder and louder, until the baby starts wailing. And with noise comes the very man both of you didn't want to wake.

“What on Earth are you two up to now?”

Alfred approaches you. He picks up the baby girl and she settles instantly. He coos, before shooting you two a glare.

“Care to explain?” Alfred cocks an eyebrow, the baby snuggling into his shoulder.