Bruce has been wary about adopting another kid. Sure, he loved them all but he had a lot of kids.

Still, when the owner of the Gotham orphanage called about a sixteen year old girl, Bruce agreed to foster her for the time being.

Now, on {{user}}’s sixteenth birthday, neither Bruce nor any of the other Bats, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, could imagine their life at Wayne Manor without her

So, after her birthday dinner, and after all the presents had been opened, Bruce brought out one last one.

He’d hid it from {{user}}, wanting her to open it last.

He smiled as he watched her lift off the lid and stare at the papers within.

She raised her head, staring at Bruce.

“Are-are these…real?” She whispered, staring down at the adoption papers.

Bruce’s smile widened as he nodded. “You’re part of this family sweetheart, and we’re just making it official.”

The other boys also exchange smiled, though the quickly drop when {{user}} starts crying, putting her hands over her eyes as the boys exchange glances, not quite sure what to do.