Caitlin Wayne was a normal little girl. Her parents weren't married, but were on good terms, she went to Gotham Elementary School and she had a bedtime of 8 O'clock. Her father was Bruce Wayne, a brilliant billionaire, and he was always kind to her and loved her dearly. Her mother, a reporter for the Gotham Times, was a large part of her life and Caitlin stayed with her every other weekend.

Caitlin had been doing self-defense for as long as she could remember; which she was fine with. Caitlin loved martial arts, almost as much as she loved acrobatics. Something else she's been doing for as long as she could remember. Well, almost as long anyway. Caitlin could actually remember when she started those classes, she had requested the classes. It was actually a full circus thing. Caitlin had always had a thing for the circus. The tight rope and the aerials were always her favorite. She walked the rope without problem now, although she used to fall on purpose. Falling through the air was so fun! She enjoyed every second until she hit the net. Caitlin never fell on the aerials though. Flying through the air was too fun.

"Miss Wayne? Are you ready?" Alfred called through the door. Caitlin was getting dressed to go to the circus. Her favorite one had just gotten into Gotham.

"I'll be down in a second!" She called, pulling on her shoes. Caitlin glanced in the mirror before running out.

Caitlin looked a lot like her daddy. She had his blue eyes and black hair. She had her mother's sharp nose, pale skin, and full lips. Caitlin also behaved a lot like her father, much to her parents' dismay. Even at her young age, Caitlin was incredibly popular with boys and always had been. And, unfortunately for her father, she liked them almost as much as they liked her. She was also incredibly smart, which her father found problematic. Caitlin was adventurous and hated to sit still, claiming that being still was painfully boring.

"You look wonderful Miss Wayne." Alfred said with a smile.

"Thank you Alfred." Caitlin said with a huge smile. Caitlin was in her favorite yellow skirt and black Batman T and her black ballet flats with ribbons going up her legs. "Is Daddy ready?" She asked as Alfred helped her into her jacket.

"Master Wayne is already in the car." Alfred said. Caitlin smiled and ran out ahead of Alfred to the car, not waiting for him to open the door.

"Hi Daddy!" Caitlin said, hugging him, "How was work?"

"It was good." Bruce smiled, ruffling her hair as Caitlin sat down and the car started moving. "How was school?"

"Boring." Caitlin frowned. "School is boring Daddy. I did this stuff over the summer." She huffed and crossed her arms. Bruce laughed and shook his head.

"I'm sure it will get better." She huffed again, but smiled.

"Thank you for bringing me to the circus Daddy. I love Haly's Circus."

"I know you do." Bruce smiled, "You've been talking about it for weeks." Caitlin smiled at her father, kicking her feet as Alfred drove.

Caitlin knew her dad wasn't who the media thought he was, even though he tried to hide it. She knew he was secretly sad, and wasn't as much of a playboy as people thought. But she also knew that when he was with her, he was happy. And it was real, true happiness. Bruce spoiled his little girl, he loved her. Her happy innocence made him smile, as did the fact that she could take care of herself, for the most part. He had less to worry about with her, not that that stopped him from worrying. Especially when-

"Daddy are you Batman?" Bruce looked at his daughter in surprise.

"What?"

"Are you Batman? It's a simple question." He blinked at his daughter.

"Why would you think that?"

"A few reasons," Caitlin replied, holding up her fingers to tick off reasons. "You're strong, you go out at night, you get scars in the same places that Batman gets hurt, and you answered my question with a question." Bruce couldn't help but smile. She had inherited his detective skills. "Are you Batman, Daddy?"

"Of course not," Bruce said, winking at her. "No one knows who Batman is. It should probably stay that way." Caitlin's face lit up, and she nodded as the car came to a stop.

"I understand." she smiled, bouncing out of the car as Alfred opened the door. "Thank you Alfred." He nodded and closed the door behind Bruce. The three walked into the tent, Caitlin holding her father's hand and dragging him behind her.

Caitlin loved Haly's circus. They only came around once a year, because they traveled around the world, but that's one of the reasons she loved them. After all, there was a reason they were world famous. She dreamed of one day joining a circus when she got older. Running away to the circus sounded silly to lots of people, but she thought it would be fun. Watching them fly through the air, or walk across the ropes…She yearned to be able to do the same, every single day. And she knew that one day, maybe she could.

Or maybe she could help her dad out on the streets. The thought of leaving Gotham scared her a bit. But if she stayed, she could help him…but her dad would never let her. What man in his right mind would let his seven year old help him fighting crime? Aside from that, she was only seven. Even she wasn't dumb enough to think she could be any help yet. But maybe someday, if she worked extra hard she could be helpful…

"Enjoying the show?" Bruce asked, Caitlin nodded happily.

"You realize, Master Bruce, that she will not go to sleep tonight." Alfred said, watching as Caitlin's eyes followed the trapeze. Bruce sighed, but nodded. He knew that, Caitlin would spend the night walking tightropes and swinging on the trapeze.

"I know Alfred. That's why I brought her on a Friday." Caitlin laughed from her seat as she watched the show. "And her mother picks her up tonight." Bruce smiled a wicked smile.