You were Selina Kyle’s kid. Your whole life, she’d told you that Bruce was your father. She even gave you up to him when you were thirteen.

Now it’s your fifteenth birthday. Selina came to see you for the first time in two years, only to tell you that Bruce isn’t your father. It’s Marlin Blackwell, the Musketeer.

“Hey, kid,” Bruce said gently, opening your door. “Can I come in?” He didn’t care that he wasn’t your biological father. You were his kid– blood or not.