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Being a dad is a wonderful experience Bruce Wayne never believed he'd be blessed to live one day.
He loves each aspect of his new responsibility, he is thoroughly devoted to this role in which he puts all his heart.
That's for the objective, positive facts.
Be that as it may... being a dad also entailed inconveniences. Especially when you are Batman.
That's what he experimented tonight, again, when barging in at the Burnside Bank after one of Edward's pirate cameras detected a robbery at night. His partner hacked most of the security network of the town via an undetectable homemade website he launched in the Batcave, what allowed him to be the Bat's eyes and ears in numerous missions.
Five thugs who planned on leaving with cash. Armed, but nothing Bruce hadn't seen before.
"Gordon is on his way," Ed specified in his comms. "I just alerted the police, back-up should arrive in a couple of minutes at most."
"Alright," Bruce looked down from the rooftop of the medium-sized building where he perched, glaring at the robbery in the street across from him. "Good job."
He smiled when hearing Stephanie's babbling, proving she must be sitting on Edward's lap while both gazed at the batcomputer from which they followed his every moves. His partner-he-doesn't-call-his-boyfriend-yet and his fourteen months old daughter watch over, like little guardian angels.
Nothing could happen to him.
Turned out nothing happened to the thugs either aside from sheer confusion when Bruce landed on the car they discreetly parked in a dark side alley... blocking the way out of the first man who exited the bank without his colleagues and throwing a batarang at the leader's hand to force him to let go of his gun.
"Dude... what is this?" The guy blinked when the weapon whose edges where softened by round small rubber balls bumped against his wrist.
"Nevermind," Bruce grumbled in his low voice.
He thought he made it clear with Edward and Alfred for them to stop babyproofing his equipment... Now that he thought of it however, his partner and father replied that it is totally necessary as he lets his stuff hang out everywhere across the house. Including the sharp, potentially dangerous objects.
Bruce just hoped he won't be forced to have recourse to many batarangs over the following fight against the rest of the group.
He heared the police cars parking around the bank already, Gordon and Cie should give him a hand in no time.
Bruce resolutely tried to ignore Edward's laughter in the comms at another occurrence of Batman throwing babyproofed-batarangs at his enemies and immediately having the upper hand due to the critical state of puzzlement that encounter left his opponents in.