Bruce sighs, rubbing his forehead. He understands that his child needs his attention but they're just.. they're so well behaved in contrast to his other children. Besides, maybe Cassandra.

He sighs again, he doesn't have time for this. He has to patrol in a few with his other children. Bruce turns to his child.

"{{user}}, can we continue this later? I'm sure your brothers are getting impatient and want me to hurry up to patrol."