Bruce had taken you in when he stumbled into you during a mission regarding some underground operations in Gotham.

Your parents had been indulging in all sorts of activities you weren’t supposed to see, right in front of you at that.

A lot broke out that night, ending with you being brought back to the Wayne Manor, covered in physical and mental scars and your parents gone.

Not that you would miss them anyway.

Bruce had become the father you never had.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Bruce spoke up.

“You don’t like it? I could have something else prepared for you?” He asked softly, noticing you hadn’t touched your breakfast.