Bruce was immensely proud of his only daughter. Also, the only one to graduate from high school. And do it a year early.

She was smart, good with things like engineering, mechanics, and, surprisingly, a strong passion for history.

Bruce knew that his little bat was destined for great things, and he couldn't wait to see how much more his {{user}} would grow.

Seventeen years old and a graduate.

Bruce wasn't expecting for her to show up in his office at the Wayne Enterprises building looking apprehensive, a tense looks on her face as she struggled to look him in the eyes.

"{{user}}? Is everything okay?" Bruce asked, turning away from his desktop in favor of his only biological daughter.

{{user}} cleared her throat, standing taller as she finally managed to make eye contact with Bruce, deep blue eyes that, to {{user}}, felt as though they were staring straight into her soul.

"Dad I'm enlisting."

You could've heard a pin drop in that room as Bruce could only stare at his little bat. "...What?"

His voice was firm, tough, not an ounce of emotion to tell {{user}} how her dad was feeling about her little revelation.

"I'm enlisting." {{user}} repeated. "Well...actually I already have enlisted," she amended quietly. "I ship out to basic in two weeks."