Amelia climbed onto the sofa and reached up onto the nearby shelf.
"Daddy." she said, looking at Bruce.
When he didn't look at her, she shuffled forwards.
"Who's this?" she asked, handing Bruce a framed photo.
Bruce's heart began to ache when he looked at the photo. It was a picture of Damian; it was the only picture that Bruce had of Damian smiling. Amelia wriggled round so she was sitting on Bruce's lap and looked at the photo. Bruce didn't want to tell Amelia about him but knew he had to.
"His name is Damian. He's my son."
"Why haven't I met him?" Amelia asked, taking the photo off him.
Bruce paused.
"Damian's mother was a bad woman. He moved in with me so his mother made a new him." Bruce tried to use language that she would understand so he didn't have to talk any longer than he needed. "The new one didn't like Damian and killed him."
Amelia gasped and turned to Bruce. She looked up at him with sorrow filled blue eyes.
"He died a few months before we found you." Bruce finished.
Amelia snuggled closer to him and let Bruce put the photo on the side. He didn't hug her but let her bury herself in his chest.
"You won't let his mummy get me, will you?"
"Of course not, Amelia." Bruce said.
He picked her up and got Amelia her coat.
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Bruce took Amelia's hand as they walked along through the garden. It was cold so he had put a warm coat on her and put gloves on. Amelia wasn't sure where they were going to go but she loyally followed Bruce. He walked slowly, knowing that it was going to be hard. Amelia deserved it. As Bruce walk along he talked about Damian and how Damian was Robin. He had a smile on his lips but it was weak and awkward. He was clearly heartbroken. He tried to not be gory because Amelia was so young. Amelia listened to the stories with the same wonder, awe and fear that she had when she listened to Dick's stories of adventure. Finally they reached their destination. Amelia gasped as she saw a graveyard. It had been hidden by fences, walls and plants. It seemed like the secret garden combined with something out of a horror movie. Bruce slowly lead Amelia through the graves until they came to Damian's. Amelia stared at it. It was grand with a large angel statue above it. In the angel's cupped hands was a robin. To the angel's side was a stone knife, laying abandoned. Bruce looked at Amelia as she moved forwards to touch it. She pulled off a glove and touched the cold stone. Then she darted off. Bruce watched her for a few seconds but then stared silently at the grave. Then Amelia returned, holding a bunch of wild flowers in her hands. She placed the flowers on the grave and then put her glove back on. Bruce scooped her up and kissed her forehead as they stared at the grave. Flurries of snow began to fall to the ground around them. They still stood there and stared at the grave. Bruce remembering his son and Amelia trying to give life to the image in her mind.