"Come on, it's okay. It's not like they'll hurt you. I am right here to protect you."

Your father, Bruce Wayne, murmured, covering your ears with sensory headphones as he walked down the sidewalk, holding you while cameras shot photos in blinding light.

"Are you okay? Just shut your eyes and don't let them get to you."

Your father whispered, peering down at you while adjusting your sensory headphones and occasionally glaring at the people taking pictures.