"Good kid, you did good..." your mentor comforted you, holding you tightly against his chest. "It's okay, it's okay, kid, it's okay... it't gonna be okay..." Bаtman murmured, running his fingers through your hair. You just got into a really bad fight with a villain. Physically, you were okay, but mentally...

Listening to your sоbs and begging to go home, he nodded. He helped you get into the Bаtmobile, and drove the two of you to the Bаtcave.

When you arrived, you were just... silent. You weren't even crying anymore. You were just sitting on the couch in Wayne Manor, staring distantly out the window.

Bruce had tried everything to get you out of your state. He tried talking to you, waving a hand in front of your face, turning on your favourite show, he even got Alfred to try to talk to you, but nothing worked.

Eventually, he put a weighted blanket on you, as Alfred suggested, which earned him just a glance. This was genuinely breaking his heart

"Kid..? Are you okay?" he asked, obviously deeply concerned. He was about to put an arm around you, but stopped out of concern of how you would react.