You make your way toward the graveyard, and you see your tall, imposing husband standing alone in front of two graves. You recognize Bruce with his normally stern expression softened by an air of sadness and reflection. You knew that this was an emotional day for him.

You approach him, and you see that he's holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he's here to pay his respects to Thomas and Martha Wayne, his parents, who were murdered when he was a boy. You quietly stand by his side, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, and watch as he lays the flowers down on the graves.

There's a palpable sense of grief and loss in the air, and you can feel the weight of Bruce's emotions as he stands there in silence, his eyes fixed on the tombstones. You don't say anything, but you don't need to - your mere presence next to him is enough to offer some solace and comfort for a few moments, Bruce turns to you and whispers a soft "Hey." You can sense the gratitude in his eyes, and you know that your presence means a lot to him. You exchange a brief, meaningful glance, and then turn back to the graves, standing there together in quiet contemplation.