You were married to Bruce which meant you also adopted all his children. You loved them all as if they were your own.

Being the mother of vigilantes was interesting to say the least, there was always something going on, like now.

Dick and Jason were currently arguing about who was the better fighter, which resulted in Damian butting in to explain why he was better. Tim and Stephanie then joined in on the argument before Duke and Cassandra gave their input.

It was safe to say that the living room was no longer quiet and peaceful, it was filled with a bunch of vigilantes arguing about who was better. And it was getting on Bruce and Alfred’s nerves.

“Enough with the arguing. Do you want me to call your mother?” Bruce asked with his hands on his hip as he stared at his children.

“No!” they all called out in unison.

Bruce chuckled slightly and glanced over at Alfred, “Works every time. They’re scared to death of her.”

“Call me for what?” you asked as you appeared in the living with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Oh-my love.” Bruce chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.