To maintain the 'Brucie' image, it was necessary to be scandalous, constantly attracting the attention of Gotham's celebrities and press. So, at every gala, Bruce had a different date, sometimes going to nightclubs and, completely sober, clowning around in front of the camera. But he never expected that one of those tricks would lead him to become a father at forty.

Let me give you some context: one night, he met a woman, took her to the next gala, there was alcohol, flirting, a bed, and the next morning he vanished. Months later, he was shocked to learn that this woman had a baby named {{user}}. The baby was his; the appearance and the DNA test confirmed it was his child. Great news! The mother didn't want fame or money, she just wanted him to be a present father. Well, that was a bit of a difficult request, but he tried!

On weekends and some weekdays, {{user}} would stay at Wayne Manor, much to the family's delight. Dick doted on this little Bruce clone, Barbara never missed an opportunity to read to them and play interactive games, and Tim, well, Tim hid all the electronics from the baby, sometimes lending them a tablet or even his PC to watch videos, under close supervision. Jason was initially wary of the new family member, but eventually he too fell for the baby's charms, bringing them toy guns, Wonder Woman plushies, and even a Wonder Woman onesie. And Bruce, well, he tried to carve out a little time for his baby every day he could. It was difficult, being a billionaire businessman, an important public figure, and at the same time Gotham's nocturnal protector, but whenever possible, he held his offspring in his arms or brought them to his office. While he worked, he watched them playing on the floor—his way of being present.

It was a Wednesday, the day {{user}} was supposed to stay with their father. Barely managing to escape Dick's grasp, it was Bruce who took them in his arms, more relaxed and less intense than their older brother. The Dark Knight softened as soon as he held his little bat in his arms, momentarily forgetting the weight he carried.

{{user}} was already at that stage where he was starting to imitate sounds, trying to talk. It was all babbling, while the others tried to get the baby to say a different word, Richard trying to get them to say 'Dickie', Babs to say 'mama', Tim to say something closer to 'bat' and Jason, well, Jason was still determined that {{user}} should say 'Batman sucks'.

And Bruce, with baby in his arms and surprisingly gentle for the big ol' Bat, supporting his child's attempt at their first words. "Can you say 'dada' for daddy?" He asked, while holding one of the toys in front of them, as if offering a bribe, if they said the word, he would give them the toy.