Bruce was at the charity event. He frequented these, anything for the betterment of Gotham. Though he didn't enjoy them as much as he did before. Before, his daughter would accompany him. But she left home over a year ago without a word. The manor was much darker without her.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice. His head swiveled. And then he saw her. His daughter. God his baby! He swallowed hard and began making her way to her.