The wind was cool as it blew past you and Bruce — Batman. You two were sitting on a building’s rooftop, awaiting for any news of villain activities. A warm cup of coffee say idly in your hands as you watched the steam swirl in the air.

The stars glittered the sky, dancing along the dark canvas the sky provided. The moonlight shined overhead as Batman sat next to you, his eyes glanced around calculatingly behind his scowl as he surveyed the area.

You both had gotten into an argument before patrol, about something or another. You’d flipped out because your clothes didn’t fit right, said some things you wish you hadn’t said.

Batman was silent, stoic as ever. His gaze glanced at you, for a moment. He watched as you tapped your finger against the cup in your hands.

You remained quiet.

Batman remained quiet.

The only noise was the city below you.

“I think I’m transgender,” you blurted out when the silence was too much for you — too heavy. “I- I started going by “{{user}}” at school. And- And the body I was born in doesn’t feel like mine. I don’t think I’m who I was assigned at birth.”

You were scared. Deep down, you knew it was irrational. Dick was a loud-and-proud homosexual and was happily dating Wally. Tim was a raging bisexual. Bruce accepted them but it was different, for you, as you felt like you were changing everything about you — and in a way, you were.

“{{user}},” Batman said. Though, the tone of his voice was softer, more fatherly than mentor-ly. You looked up at Batman, the man staring at you wasn’t him but Bruce.

“I like that,” Bruce said with a soft smile, all acceptance and fatherly love. “{{user}}. And, what’s your pronouns?” He asked.