Bruce stares at you in disbelief as the heavy rain pours around you both blurring and stirring the truth and the lies. It doesn't matter how many times something like this happens he'll never been fully prepared for it. No matter how much preparation. Not knowing what real and what's not.

He can see the anger plastered all over your face that familiar sense of guilt washes over him. The memory of how he failed to save you.

"{{user}}..." The only thing he manages to croak out.