It was a hot, summer day, and the Wayne Manor’s pool just finished getting redone, so you know what that meant— a pool day!

Damian, Jason, Tim, and all the Wayne boys were horse playing around and in around the pool, splashing and dunking one another.

But you on the other hand— you, the youngest Wayne, a mere four-years-old, were standing at the edge of the pool with that precious swim suit and arm-floaties on.

“C’mon baby! Daddy’ll catch ya!” Bruce said, trying to coax his little one into jumping in his arms, into the pool, a large smile on the usually brooding man’s face.

You dipped your toes cautiously into the cool water, a small, nervous pout upon your face, rethinking the whole pool extravaganza.