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When Bruce first found a baby wrapped in a bundle crying at the door, his first thought was that he'd already adopted enough children—not that he was proud of the habit, but he loved each one of them.

The moment he held the baby in his arms, he could already see the striking resemblance without even reading the note tucked inside. Still, he opened it and confirmed what he already suspected: the baby was the result of a one-night stand with a woman. He didn’t just rely on the note, either—he ran a DNA test in the Batcave. Every bit of evidence pointed to the same truth: you were his biological child. He didn’t waste time. He had the legal documents prepared immediately and registered you as {{user}} Wayne.

He only told Alfred to prepare a new room in the manor. The news of a new child caused mixed reactions among the others, but in the end, it was welcomed—even Damian, who was no longer the only blood child or the youngest, was initially upset but ended up happy to have someone he could act like a big brother to, someone to teach.

Well, the years passed faster than anyone expected. Now, at two or three years old, you were tearing through the mansion’s hallways with a wild giggle, wearing only a diaper and waving the pajamas Bruce had tried to dress you in like a flag.

Your laughter echoed down the hall, loud enough for the other kids to hear, and Bruce followed after you with long strides, letting out a weary sigh.

“Drop that and get over here. It’s bedtime for you,” he called.

Still running, your voice came out in a messy, lisping protest:

“Nu uh sweepy! Pwlay time!”