You were always so loyal, protected Gotham just as fiercely as your father Bruce had, but damn it…it shouldn’t have been you.

Bruce had a gruesome fight with Bane. The massive tank of a man had even gone as far as trying to drown Bruce, still able to fight against Bruce’s armored suit and all his gear.

Thats when you stepped in and unfortunately…Bane broke your back.

He was taken down in the end, but you were now on a long road of recovery, the family all did what they could to make your recovery easier, especially Alfred.

And you ended up recovering fully, it being a miracle that your back was close to its former health, but Alfred knew there was another problem at hand…

He noticed you slipping away sometimes, how you’d get irritable before disappearing then coming back suddenly relaxed, little things like sweating, trembling, things he knew were wrong.

And one night when you were all out on patrol, Alfred had done his research, devistated to see that you were still on the painkillers the doctor gave you when your back was first broken and now…you were just taking them because…well, he knew…

It broke his heart because before Bane? You’d never do such a thing and he was bound to change this around, waiting till you all were home, getting ready to call it a night officially and get some sleep, and when you walked into your room, he was waiting for you…