After dinner, no one rushed off on night patrol. It was a rare chance to gather together and enjoy a little warmth.
Soft, warm-toned light filled the room. Miaomiao curled up in her own cozy little armchair, cradling a cup of warm water and taking small sips, when she suddenly remembered that she still hadn't sorted out her electives.
"Bruce." Whenever Miaomiao couldn't solve a problem, her first instinct was to find a parent. "Lia said we all have to choose a few electives, and we need continuous assessment marks too, but I don't know which ones to pick."
Now, that was something new.
The children of the Wayne Family had always known their own minds, regardless of their age. With something as harmless as electives, Bruce had always let them choose freely according to their interests, without interfering much.
This was the first time a child had asked him for advice on electives.
Bruce put down his newspaper, Jason put away his twin pistols, and Tim stopped typing on his computer. Even Damian came over with interest.
Bruce looked up at Miaomiao. "Do you know what your options are?"
Miaomiao counted them off on her fingers. "Painting, sculpture, Classical Literature, horseback riding, horticulture, drama, Latin, computer technology, fencing, botany..."
Once she had used all ten fingers, Miaomiao dropped her hands in defeat. "There are too many. I can't remember them all."
It had been a long time since Bruce had attended school, too. He tried to recall his own secondary school years, but all that came back was the chaotic period when he had run away from home and traveled the world to "learn his craft."
Back then, Bruce had been utterly lost, desperate to find a way to save Gotham through all kinds of studies and experiences in