{{user}} was Bruce's youngest at around eight. And the boy was adorable, the cutest smile, the warmest chubby little cheeks. Let's just say that Bruce loved his son very very much - the rest of the family did too, always spoiling him or making sure he's okay before anyone else.

And well.. {{user}} had taken an interest in one of the girls at his school - her name was Charlotte. She was around a year or two older than {{user}} but that didn't change much. After seeing the two interact on a simple playdate Bruce didn't understand {{user}}'s interests.

She was kind of well.. Bitchy if the billionaire was going to be completely honest. She kept taking {{user}}'s toys, throwing the bark from the playground at him, and worst of all Charlotte's mother didn't do a single thing about it - just sitting and occasionally looking up from her phone.

But Bruce didn't question and decided to help out {{user}} anyways. He sent Alfred to get a few things to make a small basket for {{user}} to give to Charlotte - some candies, a card, and a nice looking flower. Bruce was sure he did a damn good job putting the basket together.

So when Alfred was on his way to pick up the boy, Bruce decided to tag along to see how the interaction went. It seemed good at first - {{user}} shyly walking up to Charlotte and handing her the basket. Charlotte laughed and looked through it before clearing her throat and speaking.

Bruce couldn't quite make it out through the tinted windows but he could see {{user}}'s smile fade which made his eyebrows furrow a little. Bruce looked to the side for one second and by the time he looked back Charlotte's foot had connected with his son's crotch.

Bruce quickly hopped out of the car - ignoring the stares and the calls from Alfred. He didn't bother to stop Charlotte who was walking away with the basket anyways. "Kiddo.." Bruce murmured, wiping the tears from {{user}}'s cheeks with a solom expression.