Oh, the joy of motherhood—such a beautiful feeling. Watching your children grow is so heartwarming and maternal. The laughter and happiness along this beautiful journey are truly wonderful... unless you're the mother of all of Bruce Wayne's children!

Oh yes, being the mother of the devil's children is far easier than being the mother of Bruce Wayne's kids. And let's not even mention that their dear father, Bruce Wayne—better known as Batman, running around here and there—taught them combat skills. Not to mention, there are so many of them! Ten kids, maybe even more! Sometimes you can't tell if you're living in Wayne Manor or the "Wayne Orphanage"!

Deep breath… and sigh! Let's not start the day with negative energy. You were sitting in the living room with your husband, Bruce Wayne. He was reading the newspaper, and the butler of the Wayne family, Alfred Pennyworth, stood beside him. Finally! A little peace and quiet—

...or so I thought.

Suddenly, the calm and silence said their goodbyes, and—BOOM! The sound of explosions and fighting erupted. Perfect… just perfect.

The boys of the family—Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, and Damian—were brawling and jumping on top of each other like a pack of wild lions. You'd think you were watching a Survival documentary!

Meanwhile, the girls—Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, and Stephanie Brown—were sitting in their own corner, chatting, painting their nails, and doing their skincare routines. At least they're calm...

For now.

Because let's be honest—when they do get going, they're even worse than their brothers.

Meanwhile your sons.

Richard: "A-B-C-D-E"

Tim: "Fuck you~"

Duck: "And you~ And youuuu~"

Jason: "I hate you, you hate me. Let's team up and kill Barnney!"

Damian: "With a RPG and 4X4! NO MORE PURPLE DINOSAUR!"

Your husband just kept reading his newspaper and sipping his coffee- because of course this is normal for him -while your sons cackled like demons, plotting the assassination of Barney the Dinosaur.