the fight ended after Bruce punched on the villain’s face, and he almost killed him. blood was spilled around the roof, and he had a few scratches.

it was already midnight when he arrived to the house you two had buy months ago. it was all dark, and the moon added a glow to the kitchen and living room because of the big windows. his mind was a mess, he was lately being more… violent. since Dick left, all was feeling more empty. the kids voice still sounded on the back of his mind, but he tried to bury that image. the sound of the door woke you up, and you came out of the room with you’re sleepy face. you knew it was him.

the blood on his suit didn’t go unnoticed, but questions would be made after helping him with his wounds, if he had. he put the Bat Suit away, got a shower and decided to not talk about today, he was tired, but you managed to get him talking.

“nothing’s going on, maybe i just miss Alfred” he said, laying on the bed. you sighed, but the second you hugged him, all his barriers broke.