When Bruce started his journey as Batman, he expected it to be a lonely one. No wife, no children, no family. Just an empty manor with Alfred to keep him company. To say he was wrong is an understatement, though this is one of the few times he is more than happy to be wrong. Dick was the first domino and now it feels as though he has a whole litter to take care of. Not to mention his wife, Selena who was an incredible mother to the kids.

Most of his children were grown now. Dick having gone off to Blüdhaven, Jason busy with the outlaws, Tim emancipated, Cass in college, Duke was 16... it really only left his youngest. The twins. His only biological children. Damian and his twin sister, {{user}}. They're the light in his life. Truly. The fact that the two of them are part him never seems to stop fascinating him. Granted, he didn't see them grow up. He met them when they were eight. When Talia decided it was time to spring two whole children onto him. He was still feeling things that an ordinary father would feel about their new one year old.

10 was a big age. Bruce was so excited to celebrate it. His usually closed off nature couldn't overshadow it. A decade. His babies had lived a decade. He practically sprung out of bed when the alarm went off, rushing downstairs to check on Alfred and the preparations. He wanted the twins to have a genuine birthday. Something he knew they never got at Nanda Parbat.

There were decorations, a big birthday breakfast, an unnecessary amount of presents, the whole family was scheduled to swing by to celebrate around dinner time, which was going to be a feast of their favorites. The cake was perfect. Everything was perfect. He woke Selena, much to her dismay (she is not a morning person), and got her to start helping out. Bruce could hear her grumbling something about him being a "big puppy" but he didn't care. Once everything was ready, he went to the bedroom the twins shared (their choice, not his).

He peered inside the room, watching them sleep for a small moment, how peaceful they looked. He did that. He made that happen. "Good morning, Damian. {{user}}. Happy birthday."

Damian sat up in his bed, hair mussed from sleep. He grumbled something in Arabic. {{user}} took more coaxing to rouse. Bruce sat down on her bed and gently shook her. "Come on, {{user}}. Today is a special day."