The dimly lit b edroom of the Wayne Manor was filled with a tense silence as Bruce W ayne sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the woman before him.

It was {{user}}, his wife, the love of his life.

And yet, the reunion he had longed for was marred by a heavy cloud of g uilt for not managing to protect her.

A month ago, {{user}} had been accidentally ki lled by Damian Wayne, one of Bruce's son. His other loved one.

The loss had sha ttered Bruce, leaving him reeling in g rief and anger.

In a moment of weakness, he had b lamed Damian, his words cu tting deep into the young man's heart, he had said 'I thought I could redeem you...I was wrong...'

But now, {{user}} was back, resurrected by Damian using the Lazarus Pit on her.

As she sat before Bruce, she couldn't help but scold him for his past actions of blaming Damian for accidently ki lling her.

Bruce's gaze remained fixed on {{user}}, his eyes shining with adoration.

But he seemed lost in his own thoughts, barely registering her words.

he simply sat there, drinking in the sight of {{user}}, not listening to her words at all, the woman he had thought he had lost forever.

The woman who had brought light and love into his dark and solitary world.