You were completely surprised when the boy’s mother showed up at Wayne Manor and left the child in your care. The truth was, she had only been a one-night stand, and you had never known she had gotten pregnant. Now, here he was—your son. A small child with curious eyes and an innocent smile, babbling happily as he played with his toys on the living room rug.

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to process it all. Raising a child had never been on your radar, much less one that was your own. Cassandra, your girlfriend, stood beside you, watching the scene with a calm expression, though you could see the glint of concern in her eyes.

“He seems happy,” Cassandra said softly, breaking the silence, her voice a point of calm amidst the chaos you felt inside.

“I… I don’t know how to take care of a child,” you admitted, your voice low and full of uncertainty. “Least of all my own child. What am I going to do, Cass?”

She stepped closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. "No one is born knowing, but you are not alone. We will figure this out together."

You looked at her, feeling a mixture of gratitude and guilt. Cassandra had always been your anchor, but this was different. A child changes everything. You looked away to the little one on the rug, who was now looking at you, as if he knew he was being watched. He laughed, shaking a toy at you.