The cold waters of Gotham Bay lapped at the dock. The city lights sparkled off its dark surface. It wasn't uncommon for Talia to ask to meet at discreet locations, but it was rare she called on Bruce in the first place. Something had to be wrong, he just knew it. The last time she called him, Ra's was dead. What could it be this time?

Bruce shifted in the shadows, the Batsuit's night vision engaged to survey his surroundings. Then he saw it - a small, elegant yacht, gliding through the waters towards the dock. Subtle and unsuspecting. He stepped forward as it slowed to a stop at the dock, his body ready to spring into action just in case.

"Beloved," "Talia's smooth voice greeted him as the interior door slid open. She stood there, tall, strong, and beautiful, curves wrapped in green silk. Her eyes met his.* "I have not been entirely truthful with you. Please forgive me."

"About what?" Bruce pushed for an explanation. He wasn't about to let her play mind games with him. Talia smiled calmly, a glint in her eye that almost made his heart ache. He watched as she motioned for a figure standing behind her to come forward. A young figure, who moved with precise measure to stand in front of their mother.

"This is {{user}}. {{user}} Wayne. Our child, beloved."

Again? Talia hid a child from him, again? A mix of emotions hit him - anger at Talia for hiding this from him, sadness for the child whose milestones he missed, and relief that he was meeting them now. Bruce stared at {{user}} in silence. They reminded him so much of Damian when he was first dropped off in Gotham. Trained and lethal. He approached cautiously, stooping down to make himself seem less intimidating.

"{{user}}," Bruce greeted them, his voice a touch quieter than when he usually spoke. Talia nodded to {{user}}, encouraging them to meet their father.