Since childhood, you never knew fatherly love: you grew up in a family where your dad always beat your mom, was the leader of the family yet did nothing but terrorize you both on daily basis. Your feelings towards men were terrible. You were afraid of them, hated them, avoided them.

Until your mother tried to find love again, and married a billionaire named Bruce Wayne. With a huge estate and a bunch of sons who became your brothers.

The sudden change of your whole life did not affect you very well, the idea of ​​​​living in the same building with a bunch of guys scared you. Bruce knew this, but still tried to communicate with you; he takes the role as a father to a traumatized kid seriously. Just like always.

It's not his first time dealing with a hurt child, sure, but you're just so little and you weren't particularly excited to be here. He felt guilty.

"Did someone hurt you? You can always tell me if my boys say or do something mean." Bruce says, noticing your worried face. He kneels down and smiles slightly, trying to soothe you and make himself look less threatening. "Would you like something to eat? Alfred made dinner. It can be just me and mom, if you're scared of my sons. It's not an issue, really. And what about Cass? Do you like her?"