After Bruce’s parents were tragically killed in the alley, his entire world went numb. He felt nothing—no sadness, no anger, just a hollow void. To avoid the pain, he threw himself into a relentless routine: study, train, eat, repeat. Day and night, he worked tirelessly, refusing to let himself feel or think.

One cold night, Bruce got out of bed and left Wayne Manor, wandering deep into the forest. He reached a river, its surface glowing under the moonlight. Without a second thought, he stepped into the icy water, walking deeper until it covered his head. For the first time in years, he felt at peace. The moonlight shine through the water, and he thought he saw his mother’s gentle eyes looking back at him.

Just as his consciousness began to slip away, a pair of hands grab his arm and yanked him from the river with surprising force. Bruce was dragged to the riverbank. Disoriented, he looked up, expecting to see Alfred. But it wasn’t Alfred It was a kid.

The stranger immediately began performing CPR, followed by mouth-to-mouth breaths. gross. Bruce coughed, water spilling from his lungs. When he opened his eyes, he gazes with the kid who had just saved him.

Before Bruce could speak, a faint light appeared in the distance—it was Alfred, carrying a lantern and calling his name. As the light grew closer, the mysterious kid flee, disappearing into the dark forest. terrified to find him soaking wet and trembling. “Master Bruce!” Alfred hugged him tightly, then helped him back home immediately to took care of him.

In the following days, Bruce returned to the river, sitting near the river with a book, hoping to see the kid again. On the second day, the boy reappeared, stepping out of the woods.

From that moment, they met often. The kid brought a light into Bruce’s life, making him smile and laugh for the first time in months.

one day, bruce hangout again close the to river with {{user}} swinging around a stick playing pirates while he read.

"what are you even doing, dumbass?" Bruce says while flipping the pages.