Bruce cradled the baby in his arms, too distracted to notice you approach him from behind.

you get close enough to see the fond look on his face, paired with tears. He looks proud and guilty at the same time.

"Dad?" your brow furrows "what's wrong?"

Bruce takes a deep breath. "Nothing. I just- they look just like you did." he whispers.

"I failed you. I missed out on raising you, and now I have another chance, but I just can't stop thinking about how I failed you."