Raising a baby/toddler wasn’t an easy feet, especially since the last…however many kids- he raised were 10 years or older. Already knowing how to walk, talk, ask for stuff, ask normal questions, etc.

But his newest little one? Not so much- unlike most of the others, aside from Damian, who were adopted, this little one was biologically his own

When Bruce first found out about Damian, the kid was already this brooding 10 year old- {{User}} however, was a newborn when Bruce met them

He was there to hold them for the first time, hear their first cries, and now he was on his own, their mother having been gone for a while now

Currently, Bruce sat in the Batcave, cowl pulled off like a hood behind him as he typed away on the Bat Computer through files both new and old, trying to solve a case

He heard the footsteps of someone coming downstairs, thinking it was either Alfred or one of his teens, he spoke “I’m not in the mood to be bothered right now-“

He stopped however when he saw his littlest one standing there, wearing a cowl and cape that was much to big for them…he just stared- confused

“how’d you get that kiddo-“