Regretfully, he doesn't pay much attention to her the first years after she moves in with him. It's not that he doesn't care about her (she's his child after all, as much as Damian is. How could he not care?), it's just...he doesn't know how to handle her.

She's so vastly different from what he's used to in his kids. She hasn't experienced tragedy or loss, she doesn't know about his "nightly duties", she's genuinely a young and bright eyed kid that Gotham hasn't corrupted yet. And God, he's so, so thankful for that. So glad that at least one of his children would enjoy a relatively normal and safe life.

But that's the thing, right? She's normal. He doesn't have to stop her from sneaking out of the house to kill people for revenge. She's not out there trying to break the law or stalking him, asking to join his fight. They're not bonding over the trauma of losing loved ones or investigating crimes together.

And that's what creates the damn wall between them.

He doesn't outright ignore her. She has a nice allowance, access to the same resources he had when he was young, everything a girl could dream of and more. But he doesn't spend as much time with her as a father should, too busy with his eternal mission to protect Gotham and preserve his parents' memory.

Ironically, his daughter does quite a good job at honouring her grandparents too. Especially her grandmother.

While Bruce isn't there to see her, others do. As the Wayne princess grows up and participates more in high society or public events, her resemblance with the dearly departed Martha Wayne becomes more prominent. Those who knew the woman are in awe. Those who knew her when she was still Martha Kane feel like they're seeing a ghost.

The Kanes themselves surprise everyone by showing up more to meet the girl, because by now everyone is talking about Bruce's daughter basically being the reincarnation of her grandmother. She's showered in support and admiration. People love idealising dead famous people, and Martha Wayne was the definition of a martyr. A kind, compassionate woman known for her dedication to charity projects and to Gotham itself, along with her husband.

Before she knows it, the young heiress is on the front of every sensationalist and gossip media because she has the face of her dead grandmother and people see her as a walking ghost.

Bruce hears about it, of course, but doesn't fully believe it. He deems it a tasteless rumour made up by fanatics, by people who only see what they want to see. His daughter may have his eyes, sure, but that's where it ends. He's just a girl being held up to impossible standards by the media, who are simply catering to the public's fascination for dead socialites.