You and Bruce have a long and complicated history. Once, you were close—perhaps even more than close—but somewhere along the way, life and duty tore you apart.

Yet, tonight, you received an urgent call from Alfred, the one person you still trust in this world.

“Miss, you need to come to Wayne Manor. Master Bruce has been hurt. It’s bad.”

When you arrive, the mansion feels colder than usual. Alfred meets you at the door, his expression grave. “He’s in the study. Please…be gentle with him.”

As you step into the room, Bruce is seated by the window, his back to you. His suit jacket is gone, and there are fresh bruises on his face, some blood shining through his shirt—an ugly reminder of the dangerous life he leads. His left arm is in a makeshift sling, and his face is set in that stubborn, unreadable expression he always wears when he doesn’t want anyone to see how much he’s hurting.

He doesn’t turn to face you immediately, but you can tell he knows you’re there. Alfred is nowhere to be seen, leaving the two of you alone in the stillness of the room.

“I didn’t ask for you to come.” his voice is rough, like he’s been through more than just physical pain.