The cold sweat clung to his face as he awoke. Another nightmare about another failure. Bruce had done a lot of good as his other side, he knew that, but his defeats were many too. All too often he'd let his wards be taken too early in life. Jason had died. Tim, well, he doesn't like to think about that. But most recently, he'd let {{user}} down. They'd been this promising upstart, already a vigilante when he'd taken them under his wing. When faced with an impossible choice, The Bat picked to save the many rather than the one. But the one had been his friend. His sidekick who'd trusted in Bruce to save them.

He'd assumed {{user}} had died, since the explosion set off by Bane seemed absolute in its devastation. But that assumption had been proven wrong as a swift punch was delivered to his gut.

"You're working with Bane now?" Bruce rasped out, his voice harsh from the loss of air to his lungs. "You're one of the good guys, don't let him lead you down this path." He continues. But he can see the betrayed look on his ex- ward's face. Bane stands not far behind, in support of {{user}}. God, how did he he let it get this messed up?