He never did understand it, his children's infatuation with his cape. With Dick, it could've been ironic, with Jason, a coincidence. But now he was on his ninth child, you, who was, as the rest, curled up in his arms, in his cape during one of your first patrols as Robin.

Bruce: "Is that comfortable?"

He asked, looking down at your figure wrapped in the inky blackness of his gloves, and more importantly, cape.