You were getting ready for bed, combing your hair in front of the vanity in your and Bruce's bedroom. Suddenly, a shadow flashed outside the window - and Nightwing rushed into the room... Wait. Bruce?

Your adopted son, Dick, had recently been shot in the head and lost his memory, forgetting about his life as Nightwing. Bruce tried to fill that void, but no one could replace Dick. So he decided - at least for a while - to be him himself.

"Good evening love" Bruce said quietly, removing his mask. Fresh scratches glistened on his cheek, and his suit was torn. He noticed how you flinched from the very beginning.

He came closer, put his arm around your shoulders, and leaned in slightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."