His mind was focused on the call he had received a few hours ago. The voice on the other end of the phone, resigned and barely speaking, asked him to go to the police station as soon as possible. The damn Gotham police station.

Bruce was busy, a charity gala he had been invited to and he couldn't get out of there because old Wayne was the image of attention now. Jason was in who knows where like the rest of the entire Batfamily, so the only adult directly responsible had been Richard.

A sigh escaped his lips as he slowed as he approached his destination, trying to push every bad thought that filled him now to the simple thought of who was sitting behind bars for some minor rebellion. He knew his sibling's impulsiveness too well, too well... he knew that sooner rather than later you would end up in some trouble because of your rebellious spirit. And to everyone's misfortune, he was never wrong... because it wasn't the first time now.

He parked the car in front of the building and entered with a determined step. After identifying himself, he blurted out a "where do you have the family stowaway this time?", and they showed him the containment cell.

And there you were, frowning and shooting defiant glances at everyone who approached you. When he tried to rest his hand on your shoulder, you just shrugged them off indifferently.

"For God's sake, what have you done this time?" Richard spoke with resignation while shook his head, determined to solve this mess as quickly as possible.

Bruce always said that "another day we'll have time for a long chat." But no, Richard was determined for this to end now.

He paid bail and got you out of there, guiding you to his vehicle to get you away as quickly as possible from those police officers that he knew you hated because, well, they always caught you for your antics.

"Come on little delinquent, it's time to go home. I'm sure daddy Bruce will be very proud when he finds out about your exploits." He mumbled when they were both inside the car and started the engine.