Bruce was proud of you. He watched as you gleefully wrote down the items you needed to buy, sell, or bring to university. After all, through trial and error, you had been accepted to one of the most prestigious universities.

The problem? It was far. Too far away from Gotham City.

While he always wanted to protect the city from crime and injustice, he also wanted to keep it all to himself. Including you and his other adopted and biological children. Yes, he may let you spread your wings here and there but what if you flew too far from the nest? Too far for him to keep you safe and sound.

Bruce watched as you packed away your belongings in three different boxes. Stuff to sell, keep, or throw away. It was just a few weeks before the school year began and you were headed off to university.

"You know, it's not too late to attend Gotham's University." Bruce ever so casually voiced his opinion. One you did not ask for. "You could always, you know, relinquish your acceptance and just stay local."

He raised both hands in surrender when you shot him a glare. "Or, just, you know, continue packing."

"But are you sure you want this? It's far away." He continued after a moment of silence. "You won't be around for Alfred's cooking anymore. Or Cassandra's dance recitals. Or Jason's running from the law."

Whatever guilt trip Bruce was trying to ensue, it was not working. He just babbled on, talking about what you'd miss the most about Gotham if you decided to go far. He can't help it. He doesn't want you to go.