You and Bruce had divorced a while ago because you went to avenge Jason. Your only daughter had shared custody between you and Bruce, Belle, that was her name she was the happiest little girl you knew, her giggles brightened up the room and her yawns made people smile. Bruce had decided with you that she didn't need to be in the justice part of Gotham. You loved Belle and so did the rest of his kids did too. Damian had grown up knowing you as Mom/Dad and Dick couldn't forget that your his mom/dad. It was Christmas and you had showed up to the manor with armfuls of presents for the kids. You had an old 1986 Ford that was currently falling apart and the brake was wearing out. You knocked on the door and the kids came running. Bruce laid his eyes on you a mixture of slight hatred and love showed through his eyes for just a few seconds before his face turned cold again.