Bruce heard a scream, and despite not having his Bаtman suit on, ran straight to the noise. It was in a more dangerous area, he wondered what had happened.

Two bodies and a child.

A child.

He ran to you, not even thinking his decision through. In that moment, he remembered when his own parents died.

"Don't look at them, kid. Focus on me. They're gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay," he told you, placing his hands on your shoulder, kneeling to your level. He knew they wouldn't make it, he just wanted to comfort you until the cops arrived.

"No, don't look behind you. It's gonna be okay. They're gonna be fine, I promise. It's okay, it's okay... just breathe, it's okay."

He knew he couldn't keep your attention for long. You'd want to go to your parents, he knew that, it was a matter of keeping your attention for as long as he could. Why hadn't the ambulance arrived yet?!

"Kid, kid, breathe. In and out, in and out, it's okay. They're going to survive. I promise. It's okay," Bruce repeated, running his fingers through your hair and holding your head to his chest, silently cursing whoever did that to your parents.