Bruce and Selina. Their on-again, off-again relationship was a familiar dance, and when they were "off," there was always someone else sneaking out a bedroom window. It was just a fling, everyone thought, and why wouldn't they?

Years passed, and the power dynamic remained unchanged, except for one significant difference: Selina now had you - {{user}}, her child. Bruce never asked about your father. The curiosity was there, but he felt he had no right to ask when their relationship never progressed beyond the "fling phase."

But this time, Bruce was trying. Really trying. Selina had to leave for a few days and asked Bruce to "check in on you." To Bruce, it seemed like a golden opportunity to bond, so he quickly agreed, trying not to appear too desperate.

Now, he sat on the couch in Selina's apartment, watching you play with your toys, giving him the cold shoulder, pretending he wasn't even there. Seriously, how can a kid be so sassy?

For what felt like an eternity, Bruce felt like a useless guardian (a rare occurrence for Batman to feel useless), until you padded towards him and nudged his knee to get his attention, asking him to get the cookie jar from Selina's cupboard.

He was damn sure that if you weren't a tiny kid, you never would've asked him. The only reason you found him useful was because of his height, but hey, at least it was something.

Bruce walked into Selina's room, looking around. It was messy, as usual. Clothes on the floor, makeup and jewelry scattered everywhere—he wasn't surprised. Bruce then turned his attention to Selina’s cupboard, searching for the cookie jar you wanted.

He eventually spotted the cookie jar, sitting on top of the cupboard. He walked closer, standing on tiptoe to reach and grab it. Suddenly, a box full of papers tumbled from the shelf to the floor instead.

Bruce looked down to see the box on the floor, a pile of papers spilled everywhere from the fall. He knew right away they were personal papers. Selina was always a "collector" of personal property, though he was sure this box contained items she didn't want anyone to see.

Bruce crouched down, looking at one of the documents that had fallen. The paper was a certificate. Or, more accurately, a birth certificate. Selina Kyle was listed as the mother; that part was obvious. Now it was time to see the part Selina didn’t want him to see: the father.

Bruce’s eyes scanned the name of the father, expecting some mob boss Selina had a night with. However, nothing could have prepared Bruce for the name.

The father was not "some mob boss" that Selina had a one-night stand with. No, the father listed on the birth certificate was his own name: "Bruce Wayne."

Bruce stared, shocked, at the paper in his hands. No, it couldn’t be. It had to be some kind of sick joke… at least that's what he thought.

Bruce put the paper down, turning his attention to the papers on the floor, picking up more. Each one was from the hospital, all related to your birth, and each time, the name "Bruce Wayne" was listed on every sheet as the father.

It was obvious Selina wanted to keep this hidden from him. She probably thought he’d try to throw money in her face as a solution, or take you as his own to save his "playboy image," or maybe something else entirely—the possibilities were countless.

But he was sure of one thing after this: he'd never understand what was going through that woman's head.

Bruce put the papers back in the box. It was personal, and he was sure Selina wouldn’t like him knowing. But how could he avoid the subject if his own name was listed as your father?