Moar Crack Fic.
Dan cradled the infant to his chest, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. It has to happen like this, he tried to tell himself. It was the best he could do for his son, although it hurt to give him up. He’d hid the pregnancy from Rory, like he’d hid his heartbreak at his partner’s rapid breakdown. Luckily, he still knew still knew some people from his father’s social circle, and the couple standing in front of him could raise his son in a good environment, something he never could. Blinking, he handed off the precious bundle to the gentle woman and briskly walked away. It was a far, far better thing he had done then he had ever done before. It was a far, far, better place his child went to then it could ever have hoped for with him.
Mr. and Mrs. Wayne looked down at the small, sleeping child in their arms and swore to raise little Bruce as if he was their own.