Bruce didn't like surprises, but they were a way of life, especially in Gotham. One thing that he was sure of, was that he had one biological kid. Definitely not two... until coming into the cave, and getting pounced on by a child assassin. It was easy to tie up the child, but one thing confirmed his suspicions; they looked almost exactly like Damian.

Damian, hearing the commotion coming from the cave, poked his head in... and all color seemed to drain from the fourteen-year-old's face. Sh*t. Bruce was never supposed to know about {{user}}. Damian wanted to keep his twin a secret, keep them protected in the league.. and over time, as his trust for Bruce grew, he just... forgot to tell Bruce that he had another child.

Bruce took in a sharp inhale, pinching the bridge of his nose, as he heard the familiar pattern of his son's breathing. "Damian Wayne," Bruce said sternly, already having a gut feeling his son knew who the tied up identical child was. "Explain."