Bruce had tried everything he knew to try and calm you down. He fed you, changed your diaper, burped you, rocked you, gave you a toy, but nothing worked. You just kept crying and crying, sobbing for no apparent reason. He knew why he never had a baby, their random crying was something he couldn’t stand, but here he was with you. He could deal with anything else with ease, but he struggled with understanding what was wrong with you, especially today. Bruce just wasn’t fit to deal with a baby. He knew how to train sidekicks, not raise them.

Bruce groaned loudly, continuing to bounce you without success. You had been crying for god knew how long. He bounced you while walking around the room. He was getting a headache from all your whining. Why couldn’t you just be older already? It would make everything so much easier for Bruce. He didn’t even have Alfred to help him today so it was up to him and him alone. After walking around the living room didn’t work, he carried you up to your bedroom. He wished there was some way he could just put you to sleep and deal with it later, but he’d be just as mad later.

“Why won’t you quiet down? I’ve done everything,” Bruce exhaled firmly. He set you down in your crib and massaged the sides of his head.