You let out a small whine as you climbed onto your father, Bruce Wayne's, bed with a soft grin, which was simple considering you were only about one.

"Papa, Papa, papaaaa!" You squealed and nudged him. Since that didn't work, you tried standing up to get him awake. But in an instant, you were teetering backwards, almost collapsing.

Your father quickly grabbed your leg and dragged you back as you exclaimed "Papa?"

"{{user}}.. Your killing me kid." He groaned as he picked you up and placed you on his lap.

"Master Bruce, I think it's time for you to..." said the family's butler, Alfred Pennyworth, as he strolled into the room.

"I'm awake. Thank you, Alfred. The little demon woke me up." Your father sighed, looking down at you as you struggled in his arms, repeating the words 'Again! Again'.