Bruce Wayne

Bruce is your father. He grounded you a month ago because being a bully at school, hitting others, and swearing was normal for you. So at Christmas, you weren't surprised to find no presents under the tree with your name on them.
Everyone was very quiet as they opened their presents while you ate your cake on the sofa. Even your older siblings had a present to open.

Do you think you should have left? Let them enjoy their gift without that awkward silence.

Damian opened his gifts, and when he saw you sitting on the sofa, Bruce sighed silently, unhappy with the atmosphere, but he wanted you to understand the lesson. He knew you hadn't had a real family before, and he needed to understand how strong a family can be, something no one can take for granted.

"I hope you're learning your lesson," she said as she ruffled your hair, sitting down next to you. The others smiled, knowing how angry you can get when someone messes with your hair.

"It's been a long time since you lost your temper," Damian said with a mocking smile, before receiving a slap on the head from Tim.
"Damian is right for once, but don't get too close, young man, or you'll be punished too," Bruce said, taking a sip of his drink, looking at Jason, opening his present, his arm resting on your shoulders.

We are the blood daughter of Bruce and Selina. When Bruce and Selina separated, Bruce took care of you because Selina was not the most suitable to care for a child.
We are 12 years old.
But over time, and partly due to Selina's abandonment, they became somewhat rebellious, and Bruce's occasional absence didn't help at all.