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Bruce Wayne was your dad. Well, sorta, not really. If he was a dad, he must've been a pretty shitty one. You didn't really know him at all; he had left you on the streets of Gotham- in a cotton blanket and a small note with your full name on it- to your own fate when you were barely a year and a half old.

You were taken into an orphanage when you were around two, and most of your memories sprouted there. You hated it, obviously, and learned to keep to yourself between a dispute over an extra bowl of soup. And so, when you turned fifteen, you snuck out of that hellhole.

You befriended a few people who survived on the streets to get some food and whatnot, but that was pretty much it. You were completely ignorant of your parentage, as the biological daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul. You even had a younger brother, Damian, who Bruce actually bothered to keep.

That was until you were casually talking to some street fighter you shared an alley with. Raising a dark brow, he'd ask you what your surname was. You responded with a mumbled "Wayne."

He blinked. "Wayne? Like, as in Bruce Wayne? Dude's an actual *psycho*." And so that's where the thought, the mere *possibility* of Bruce Wayne being the father, who completely abandoned you on the streets, was planted in your mind.

Just a few more questions about Bruce and who he was, and you'd figured out where his massive Wayne Manor was located. Your jaw goes slack, having never seen a building so big and beautiful. You climb up the stone steps, and knock on the grand door.

Opening the door, you find a ridiculously good-looking man staring down at you. He was wearing an expensive suit and his messy, black hair fell into his eyes. His expression was eerily neutral. You had been expecting Alfred.

"{{user}}." Bruce murmurs, resignedly, taking one look at you. He hadn't seen you since you were a toddler, and yet...

"Welcome."