Since Bruce took you in he had done nothing but give you everything that had been missing in most of your childhood, because very surely in the streets you did nothing but worry about what you would eat the next day. In short, he loved you and often exceeded with his gifts, perhaps so that you would never feel alone when he went on patrol or on some long mission.

That day he had finally finished a long paperwork from Wayne Enterprises that had been hot on his heels for a while now. He needed a way to relax after so much work, and what better than to visit your room. That's when he opened the door that he couldn't help but be surprised almost immediately.

You played with your action figures of Batman and Superman, the ones he had bought you because you loved your father's work so so much, and well— Heroes are cool! But... Maybe he should have bought you a superheroine or two too... He blinked in amazement, letting out a somewhat embarrassing laugh as he saw that in your imagination he and Clark were more than just pals, you making them kiss instead of bumping fists after taking down a bad guy.

"Oh-... What do we have here champ?..."

He said, kneeling right besides you on the floor, trying to maybe not burst in laugh.

"You know, maybe we can buy you a Catwoman figure next for this beau."

Bruce added, pointing to the small plastic version of himself.