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You nodded enthusiastically and he ruffled your (h/c) hair. Your eyes widened and you yelled out "Batman!" with a smile on your face.
  Bruce stared back at you, a mix between nervous and confused. "What about Batman, (y/n)?"
  "I saw Batman last night! And he ruffled my hair exactly like you did." You smiled widely at Bruce before your face contoured to a more serious look. "Are you Batman, dad?" You whispered, as if it were a secret. You started to giggle, knowing how ridiculous that accusation was.
  Bruce, however, was not laughing along. Instead, he knelt down to look into your eyes. "Listen, (y/n). I suppose it is important for you to know. In case anything happens. I am Batman. I know what happened last night and why you randomly disappeared."
He couldn't be serious. Your dad had to be pulling your leg. He had to take care of you and Dick. Bruce couldn't possibly be Batman. "I don't believe you."
"I'll show you proof later in the day. Now, c'mon. I heard Alfred was making something good for breakfast." He took your hand and started to lead you to the kitchen. All the while you were mulling this supposed news over in your head. 'How could he be Batman? Who else knows he's Batman?... Am I going to be in trouble for sneaking out?' The thing that pulled you out of your thoughts was the smell of waffles and pancakes coming from the kitchen. You let go of Bruce's hand and ran ahead into the kitchen, taking your spot at the table.
  "Ah. There you are (y/n)! And here comes Master Wayne. It's good to see you're alright!" Alfred said, as he placed a plate of food in front of you. You smiled thankfully up at him and started to eat. Your dad walked past the table, towards Alfred who had begun to clean up. The two whispered back and forth to each other and you decided not to try and listen in on it. You wanted to focus on the delicious meal you were given. Although Dick sat across from you, neither one of you made conversation. 'Maybe', you thought, 'he's listening to dad and grandpa's whispers.' You'd have to ask him later.
After breakfast, Alfred cleared the table while you and Dick ran off outside. You two sat down under a tree and leaned against its trunk, not feeling up to playing at the time.
"Hey" you started, eyes cast downward instead of at your brother. "Did you hear what dad and grandpa were talking about today? During breakfast?" Your curiosity had gotten the better of you.
"Not really. I figured it was adult stuff so i blew off trying to listen on it. Why do you ask? Did you hear anything?"
"Nah, i was just wondering." Silence took over for a few moments. It was peaceful, to be here with your brother, safe and relaxed. But one question still burned in your mind that maybe Dick could answer for you. You turned towards him, staring at him with curious eyes. "Is dad Batman?" Dick sat up from the tree trunk rather quickly, glancing at you to see if you were serious. "He said this morning that he was Batman but maybe he was joking when he said it." Your brother sat back against the tree trunk with a sigh.
"Well, if he's told you. He's not joking with you. Our dad is Batman and he protects Gotham. I guess he was telling Alfred that he told you then." Your (e/c) eyes widened as the information was confirmed. You looked back at Wayne Manor, feeling a variety of emotions. On one hand, it was so cool your dad was a superhero. Saving people and fighting crime and keeping you and other people safe. On the other hand, it was a bit scary. Your dad could get hurt being Batman and doing what he's doing. Especially fighting people like the Joker and Scarecrow. You tried to push those thoughts out of your head, not wanting to worry about your father. He could take care of himself from what last night showed.
    "(y/n)! Dick! Come inside please!" Bruce called out from the doorway. You two ran to meet him and stepped inside as he closed the door behind you two. "Follow me." You and Dick looked at each other and raised your eyebrows, confused, but followed your dad upstairs. He led you into his study and shut the door behind him. While your brother caught on on what was happening and seemed pretty excited, you stood around, watching your dad fiddle around with a clock. You tilted your head when you saw the clock disappear and reveal a hidden door. "Are you ready to see the Batcave, (y/n)?"