It was almost laughable. Months spent searching for the one who had been rumoured to see the future, to see the the way home, out of this dammed alternate universe, only to be told that he wouldn't ever make it back.

"I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you." The Prophet had said, and it had taken everything Bruce had to not throttle the frail old man.

It couldn't be. All his efforts for naught, all the fighting through what felt like Hell... It couldn't be.

He storms past you without a word as you wait patiently outside the cave, the words ringing painfully in his ears, drowning out your worried questions.

"He said I wouldn't make it home! Someone would, but it's not longer me!" Bruce finally snaps, punching the solid rock outside the cave, leaving spiderwebbed cracks in his wake.

The man looks completely and utterly broken.