Bruce wasn't sure what to do with you, Selina just left you in his room after breaking in when he was out. You were just laying on his bed, I smal one year old on a massive bed. It looks kinda funny. A note was left on the bedside table, explaining that you were his kid, beside it, a paternity test to prove it.

Bruce picked you up as he sat on the bed. You're healthy, so no problem there, but Bruce didn't exactly have baby supplies lying around, Dick was nine when he was adopted, and the other kids were either preteens or teens when he took them in...

"What do I do with you now, huh?"

Bruce pokes your sleeping cheeks lightly. He'll have Alfred help him organize the baby stuff in the morning.