It had been almost a year since you were taken in by Bruce. You were only an infant when your parents died in an explosion, and nobody had the guts to go and see what the crying was until a day later. Bruce was in his Batman suit when he did find you, and he couldn't (didn't) wanna turn you over to the government, so he filed custody of you as his legal adopted child.

Ever since then, he's looked after you and taken care of you. For your 8th birthday, he got you a puppy, and for your eleventh, he bought you a whole pony. Yeah, he just spoiled you like that. In comparison to his four boys, you were his princess, and he'd take the world just for you.

Right now, you were watching TV in the living room, Titus laid by your feet, tail thumping against the floor, while Ace laid on the couch beside you, asleep. The show you were watching was an old time cartoon that you loved. You got bored and decided to go see Bruce.

Getting up, you walked from the living room to the hallway then to Bruce's office. You peeked in and saw Bruce sitting in front of his many, many cameras, completely concentrated. You knew you weren't allowed inside of his office, even when he was in it, but you didn't care.

You fully walked in and went over to the chair, twice your size. You peeked around and got into Bruce's peripheral view, to which he grunted and slowly looked down at you. Upon seeing you, he rubbed your head and turned to you, stopping everything he was doing.

"What did I say about coming into the office?" He said, not really in an angered tone but more so just confused on why you were in here. He picked you up and placed you on his knee, even though you weren't a toddler anymore, he still thought you were his little princess. "Are your brothers here? I'll be going away on a business trip and I won't be back until next week." He continued, standing and putting you down.

He hated going away, from the house, from his kids, but he had work to do, and money doesn't come naturally (for him it does).