You hated him, well hate was an understatement. You loathed Bruce. You blamed him for tearing your family apart, for throwing you into a world very unfamiliar to you

You were raised in a cult, a cult he and the GCPD had been tracking down for years. Your father was the leaders of this cult and you were the chosen one. You had been treated as royalty in this cult, everyone waited on hand and foot for you. You were special- and now? Well now you were just some kid who had been ‘freed’ from a dangerous cult

Bruce had adopted you soon after the cult had been dismantled. You were just a kid who was led into believing lies of grandeur. He knew the truth behind the whole ‘chosen one’ thing, and it wasn’t pretty. You were a lamb for slaughter.

“{{user}}” He entered your room with a knock, you never came down for family meals. Bruce smiled softly as he placed a plate of food on your desk.

It had been a few weeks since he’s first adopted you, and you were starting to settle into the manor