Batman belongs to its owners. My OC's belong to me
The first time I met Dad I was 3 years old.
There was this guy dressed in a business suit on my birthday and he looked uncomfortable. The older man with him looked just as ill at ease but was more fun.
He knelt down and smiled "Hey Kissie..Um...I'm your daddy."
Then he handed me a rag doll and gave me a shoulder hug.
The Older man smiled at me and gave me a hug. Then he gave me a princess dress.
They came year after year.
The old man I learned was Alfred and my dad was Bruce Wayne.
I called them Grandad and Poppy.
Alfred looked so happy.
My dad met my mom at a Vegas Casino where she worked as a waitress.
My Mom is Javanese and very beautiful.
You know the drill.
Mom found out she was pregnant but didn't tell dad until I was two. The reason was she didn't want to ruin Poppy's reputation but could no longer care for me or my eight year old cousin J.V without help so she told Poppy in private.
When I was 11 years old Mom died.
It was cancer and in her will I was to be left with Poppy.
She thought it was only right that Poppy should have his turn raising me after she was gone.
By this time J.V was 17 and caring for herself but could not care for me.
So I left Vegas but J.V tagged along to start a garage in Gotham.
And thus my new life began