Not even Bruce could believe that despite your small size, an infant would possess an overwhelming personality that far exceeded your young age.

You were, in every sense, a restless little one with a challenging attitude, something unusual for those close to your age. You had a calm yet stubborn personality, with a significant amount of character stored within. For a toddler, you always alternated between moments of hyperactivity and absolute tranquility.

Not to mention how you glared at everyone, sticking out your tongue as the ultimate insult to anyone other than your father: Bruce.

One day, while Bruce was in his study reviewing some documents, you barged into the room with clumsy steps and a determined expression on your face. You clung tightly to your favorite toy, as if it were a precious treasure.

And behind you were Steph and Tim, who had been chasing you around the mansion due to those who were in charge of your care... or well, they were before you made your way back to the Bat.

Bruce tilted his head, momentarily surprised before smiling and opening his arms to welcome his little companion, setting aside his office work. "Hey. What do you have there?" he asked, pointing towards the plush toy with curiosity.

He noticed how you held onto the toy even tighter and puffed up your cheeks before exclaiming, "Mine!" in a soft and clumsy voice.

Bruce nodded, understanding your message, or at least partially. "I understand. It's yours, and you take good care of it, little one." His response was calm as he raised his hand to stroke your hair.