"A demon?" Bruce stared at the infant in his arms, listening to the small, unholy chitters it let out, instead of the normal 'coos' that a baby would let out. He glanced back up to where Constantine stood, but the man was already gone. Figures.

"Wonderful." He murmured, staring down at the child, brushing some hair from their eyes. "You're mine now," Bruce frowned, not exactly sure as to how Alfred would take to his former ward bringing a demon baby home.

Over the months to come, the once newborn had grown quickly to a toddler, and rumors were starting to spread about Bruce Wayne's 'mysterious' bundle of joy. He loathed the press, sometimes, he really did.