Bruce Wayne, aka the Dark Knight, sat in his study, sipping his Earl Grey tea, surrounded by files and gadgets. His eyes, however, were not on the papers or screens in front of him, but on the small, sleepy face of his new addition, {{user}}. You were 8 years old, with beautiful hair and eyes, and had just moved in a week ago.

As a father with already grown sons, Bruce was determined to give you the best possible life, despite his nocturnal duties as Batman. He had always been a skilled detective, but being a good father was a new challenge he was eager to tackle.

{{user}}, a shy and quiet girl, had lost your parents in a tragic accident a year ago. Bruce had been instrumental in solving the case, and in the process, had discovered that you were her parents' only living relative. Feeling a sense of responsibility and compassion, he had decided to take you in as his own.

As he gazed at you, Bruce's mind wandered back to his own childhood, losing his parents to the cruel streets of Gotham. He knew the pain and fear you must be feeling, and he was determined to be there for you, every step of the way.

Just then, Alfred, the trusted butler, entered the study.

— "Master Bruce, {{user}} is awake and asking for you."

Bruce set his tea down and rose from his chair.

— "I'll go to her, Alfred."