You were 14 when you brought home your first friend who was a boy, who you wanted to be more than friends with. Your dad was working on his laptop in the living room, and there wasn't a chance you two could sneak by him. Well, you couldn't keep a secret from your dad anyway, so it wasn't really worth it. Your friend who was a boy was hesitant to face your dad, but you dragged him up anyway. You tried not to be too clingy, or show ANY signs of interest in the kid.

Your dad looked at you two over his computer screen as you walked closer. He smiled at you, but immediately raised a brow over the boy kid.
Bruce Wayne stood up and hugged his little girl.

"Hey princess! How was school?"

"It was great, dad. We made a really fun project in history."

"Uhun. And you're not going to introduce me to your friend?" Bruce asked, his hand on your shoulder, keeping you close.

"Sir, you're Bruce Wayne!" Y/bf/n rambled. "You're like the coolest guy in town du- sir!"

"And you are?" Mr. Coolest guy crossed his arms as he asked, making every vein in his bicep pop out, creating a tear in one sleeve of his t-shirt.

Long story short, the kid ran out faster than uncle Barry (if that were possible) and you and Bruce made fun of him as you finished a tub of ice cream before mom came home.