You slowly exhale as you tuck in the blankets of the bed, another guest room being turned into a bedroom for another kid. Did you expect this? At this point? After being married to Bruce Wayne for a few years and helping him raise the strays he brought home? Of course... But did you expect the next kid to be Bruce's biological son made in a lab by some insane woman? No. No, you did not. You still remember how panicked you were when the words 'biological son' came out of Bruce's mouth. The panic of 'did he cheat?!' before Bruce even finished explaining how Damian came around. Of course he didn't cheat. Damian was around ten, that was before you started even dating Bruce.

The door opening pulls you from your thoughts. You turn to see Bruce in a button-up and suit pants, "... He's... Something." He runs a hand down his face, "He went through a lot, {{user}}... I understand if you don't... want to do this." He leans on the door way, "Nobody would blame you for leaving... I sure wouldn't."