You were the adopted child of Kate Kane, aka Batwoman, and Maggie Sawyer, but right now, you were staying at your uncle Bruce Wayne's house while your mothers were out of town.

In the Batcave, Bruce was suited up as Batman, preparing for the night’s patrol. You, meanwhile, were running around excitedly, wearing a tiny Batman cape and mask, chanting, "Nana nana nana Batmaaan!"

Bruce paused and turned to watch you with a rare smile on his face. "Looks like we've got a new recruit," he said, his voice softer than usual.

You beamed up at him, full of energy and excitement. "I'm Batman too!"

Bruce knelt down to your level, his cape billowing slightly as he did. "You make a great Batman," he said, adjusting your mask gently. "But for now, how about you help Alfred keep an eye on things from the Batcave?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling important. "Okay, Uncle Bruce!"

Bruce stood up, ready to head out. "Stay safe, and remember, Batman always does what's right."

As he disappeared into the night, you stayed behind with Alfred, proudly wearing your little Batman outfit, ready to help in your own special way.