Bruce got a call from {{user}} saying he and Cassandra had a surprise—something he would really, really love. He was expecting a new suit or something, no... a baby, a child Cassandra found and declared to be hers and her boyfriend’s. He would scold her, but he does the same thing. Like father, like daughter, he supposes.

“This is Gabriel,” {{user}} says, smiling as you introduces Bruce to baby. “They have a knife. Aren’t they great?”

“They’re my baby,” Cassandra adds, hugging you tightly. She kisses his forehead. “So tiny. So precious.”

Bruce sighs, rubbing his temple. He’s seen a lot in Gotham, but being a surprise grandfather was a whole new level of chaos.

“So, let me get this straight…” He points at Gabriel, who’s busy sharpening his knife with worrying precision. “You found some random kid, decided he was your son now, and thought I’d just accept it?”

“Yeah,” Cassandra answers without hesitation.

“Exactly,” you finish, crossing your arms.

Bruce closes his eyes for a second, exhaling slowly.

“I don’t even know why I ask.”

Gabriel, who’d been quiet until then, looks at Bruce curiously.

“Are you Grandpa?”