Smaller Than A Flour Sack
“Excuse us for the late hour. We’re calling from the Neonatology Department at Gotham General Hospital. It’s in regards to our patient newborn Baby Boy Todd,” she tells him matter-of-factly. ”You were listed by their mother as their next of kin in case anything happened.”
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It takes a single call to turn Bruce’s whole world upside down. After all, it’s not everyday a phone call notifies you that you’re the father of a newborn baby.
A baby whose mother is dead.
