"Math problems?" Bruce smiles faintly and ruffles your hair as he sees your pouty face on your school notebooks. It's ridiculous but he's so happy that you have issues with school and not crime fighting or even murder. Unlike his other children; you tend to be a normal kid. He likes it, normal.

Bruce sits next to you and takes a look at your homework, he never had to do homework himself, aside from being a genius, he was too focused on fighting skills.

You are normal, he will keep it this way.