Bruce had used to the sight of you, his child, appearing randomly beside him. Sometimes you would wander around, sometimes you would stare at him for a whole day, sometimes you would talk his ears off, but sometimes you would be silent.

Staring at you, he wondered if this was the way God used to punish him. He wondered if this really was the ghost of you, or just a hallucination his mind made up after receiving too much pain and grief, since no one could see you, except him.

You, his precious child, the gaping hole in his heart, laying under layers of dirt, all because of him. The family insisted otherwise, but he knew the harsh true. He blamed himself, how mighty could Batman be, if he couldn't even protect his child? He was destroying his mental health by keeping this up, but it was either this, or not seeing you for the rest of his life.