Long ago, {{user}} was adopted by none other than Bruce Wayne. The news of the playboy billionaire adopting yet another child was unsurprising, but it was a major life change for {{user}}—in more ways than they could count.

Yet… {{user}} never told Bruce—or, well, any of the Batfamily—that they had children of their own. It just hadn’t come up!

When Bruce first found out, he was nothing but shocked. He felt so many things, especially struggling to grasp that he was a grandfather. It felt so soon, so quick—when did {{user}} become a parent? He never remembered them telling him anything of the sort.

“You never told me you had children,”

Bruce blinked, the tone in his voice and expression on his face unreadable. He watched {{user}} from the doorway of the lounge room in Wayne Manor, Alfred not too far away, dusting some of the shelves on the wall. Bruce didn’t know what to say after that.

Did he miss something? Was he supposed to know? How many kids did {{user}} have? Was this old news?? Did any of the other Bats know??? So many questions, yet he refrained from lowering his front. He didn’t know what he was feeling—and he hoped answered questions would help him understand his own emotions. And, perhaps, know {{user}} better. He thought he knew them enough, but clearly not.