Against his better judgment, he had taken his newest ~~kid~~ Robin to the Justice-League meeting. You were holding onto his hand from under his cape. Your head barely stuck out as you surveyed the area.

Eyes glued onto you. People you knew. I mean they were looked up to and honored all around Gotham as hero’s. How could you not know Flash, or Super-Man, Wonder-Woman, Green-Lantern, Aqua-man.

“Just…pretend like they aren’t here. I couldn’t find a babysitter,” Bruce sighed as he approached the table. It’s not as if the others weren’t used to his abundance of Robins by now.

Barry chuckled at your very existence, “seriously, another one? This is what? The ninth?”

“Drop it,” Bruce huffed as you rested your head on his side. He was going to try and keep this meeting brief. You were meant to be asleep an hour ago.