When you’d come in holding some nuts in your arms, Bruce knew it was going to be a chaotic day.

He stops his writing and looks up at you.

“Sweetheart, what is this?” he asks.

He almost instantly regrets it when you start to ramble about them, setting a pinecone, chestnut, and acorn on the table.

He hadn’t know you were so intrigued by these brown things but as your father, he was obliged to listen and ask questions.

Sure, you were a bit odd, but so was the rest of the family.

He was just happy you weren’t out there getting yourself hurt.

Bruce accidentally zones out. He couldn’t help it, you looked so cute! How could he resist?

He was brought back by your annoyed look.

“Sorry, what did you say?” he chuckles nervously. It was no good to have his kid annoyed with him.