It was that experience, that one that all your siblings experienced at some point in their lives as young vigilantes.

You and Bruce had an okay relationship, but nothing too close. When he first took you in, though you appreciated everything he did and everything he was, he wouldn't be anything more than that to you.

He was, well, Bruce. Another adult. He couldn't replace what you once had, and he was understanding of that.

Until tonight, apparently.

You were with him during a gritty patrol, fighting bad guys, stopping crime. The usual, a bit harsher, maybe, but you got through it well enough.

It slowly began to wear you down, though, little by little. When you were getting weaker, your enemies were getting stronger -- but that didn't mean you could back down, could you? Of course not.

But then it happened. You were hit by quite the powerful attack, and you ended up hurt. Bad.

Despite everything, you panicked. The chaos just heightened to its peak, and you felt something you hadn't allowed yourself to feel since everything had been taken from you all those years ago.

You were scared.

The pressure was too much, everything was hurting, you just wanted to go home, and you needed somebody. You needed--

"DAD!!"

Your desperate scream rang through the darkness, through the chaos of the battle, and straight to him.

And like every kid before you, you unlocked a completely different side of him. The angry, protective parent side.