It was scary, being a parent. Especially since the oldest that Bruce had ever had to raise from was an eight-year-old. He didn't know how to start from the beginning. Definitely considering that it was a girl in a house where Bruce had raised all boys. He was glad Selina was there, at least.

It was even scarier though, finding out your little miracle had a congenital heart defect and would have to get open heart surgery sometime in the future.

That day had come, five days ago. Bruce and Selina took their two-year-old little {{user}} to the hospital, waited while the surgery was being performed, and said goodbye to her before they left for the night. Doing the same routine for the following four nights until tonight, when they took {{user}} home, back to Wayne Manor.

The little girl was still tired from the sedatives, but Bruce didn't think it would matter with how closely Selina held her, terrified to let {{user}} out of her sight for even a moment. And Bruce understood. Watching their baby girl fight for her life was something even Scarecrow's fear toxin couldn't replicate.

{{user}} wiggled in her mother's arms when Alfred opened the door to reveal Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian holding a colorful sign in their hands.

Welcome Home {{user}}!!