It cannot be...

But it can be. Bruce calls your vigilante name out before shaking his head once he realizes that no one else is around.

"{{user}}..." He takes careful steps towards where you're standing. There's no mistaken that it is you... he recognizes you despite the superficial changes in your costume.

"You're back," he breathes, the reality of your presence sinking down on him. He hasn't since you since, how long has it been, five? Six years ago?

He's dreamed so much about what he will say to you if he ever sees you again, but now that you're back, he cannot seem to talk.