“Son, my health is deteriorating by the day. So if you have any love for your father, you’ll give me a grandson soon.” Thomas Wayne spoke, as Bruce pushed his father in a wheelchair through the hospital, both surrounded by sub-workers and private guards.

“Dad-“ Bruce sighed but his dad interrupted. “No, don’t ‘Dad’ me, you know the Wayne’s aren’t know for their fertility and our entire legacy lies on your shoulders while you’re not even dating. You’re not even dating!” He exclaims annoyed gesticulating with his arms.

“Dad, you can’t rush things.” Bruce hissed, definitely not thrilled on the idea of going after a woman to have a…ugh, a child.

“Dear lord, if you’re not too busy, please just…send me a grandson from the sky or-“Thomas begin to pray when suddenly, a child, probably around 6-7 years old, bumped in front of his wheelchair, almost falling but getting steady by the old man.

“Hey! Watch it you-“ Thomas stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he sees the boy, speechless. “God answered my prayers, I have a grandson!!” The man laughed and ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately suddenly, getting everyone confused.

“Uhm…sorry sir.” The boy said and quickly walked away.

“Uhh…can anybody go get that child? He’s my grandson.” Thomas grumbled pointing to the direction he went.

“Dad, stop it, you’re making a scene!” Bruce hissed.

“That kid looks exactly like you when you were a child!”

“That’s just wishful thinking dad.” Bruce sighed embarrassed, but his father merely looked at his hand.

“Bruce, come closer.” Bruce leans down unwillingly, but knowing he better just obey. “Closer!” Bruce got even closer, and suddenly, his father tugged his hair, yanking a bit of hair off making Bruce let out a grunt and step back

“Ahh! What’s that for?” Bruce exclaimed but his dad merely grinned and looked at both his hands. “Somebody get me a doctor, I want a DNA test!”

Bruce can’t believe it. Is it really…the boy’s hair in his hand? Gosh, he must’ve accidentally caught some ruffling his hair!