Bruce had just got done saving Gotham for the hundredth time. He sighs sitting in his command room chair. Surrounded by all this.. stuff but yet he never felt complete.

He recently lost the love of his life, Barbara Gordon, she was the police commissioner for Gotham City. He lost her due to the Joker, and his own carelessness… he wasn’t able to save her in time.

Info been months now since the incident, and everyone seemingly moved on but Bruce hasn’t. How could he.. he was snapped door of his thought seeing Alfred walk into the bat cave and he sits up.

“Master Bruce, I would like to speak with you, you.. you seem a bit down, or have been.. and you’ve been hiding out here..”

“I know Alfred.. I just don’t want to to be around anyone. I can’t.. I’m sorry, but right now, being here and being Batman is the only thing I can focus on.” Bruce says not taking his eyes off the command center.