It was only the third time that Bruce was leaving {{user}} at home to go to a League mission since he’d adopted her.

She was eight and pretty capable but she was also clingy. She was skittish too. Scared that Bruce was just going to abandon her like her biological father did.

He wasn’t planning on it.

Besides, Dick and Tim were at Wayne Manor too, while Bruce was at the Watchtower.

Clark was droning on about something again. He’d made a slideshow to go along with it.

Oliver kept shooting Bruce bored looks but Bruce was trying his hardest to focus.

But he honestly wasn’t sure what Clark was talking about.

And then his phone rang.

“Hello?” Bruce answered quietly, turning around in his chair.

“Daddy.” {{user}} croaked through the phone. It was the first time she’d called him that.

“{{user}}? Are you alright sweetheart?” Bruce was instantly worried.

“I don’t feel so good.”

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I feel super hot and then super cold and I threw up.” {{user}} answered miserably.

“You threw up?” Now Bruce was really alarmed. “Where are Dick and Tim?”

“The store.”

Bruce cursed under his breath before standing up.

“Okay sweetheart, daddy’s coming home.”

“Hey where are you-“ Clark tried to interrupt Bruce from leaving.

“Move Kent.” Bruce spit.