This was one of those sad days, everyone was in mourning, this was your death, well, your supposed death, you never really died, you didn't even know you had died.

It was Saturday, a day of rest so you didn't go out on patrol, just like Sunday and Monday being a holiday. All those days you were in your room, doing who knows what things, and the Joker decided to play a joke on the entire Batfamily, one of those jokes that no one would like to be played. The Joker made the Batfamily believe that he had you kidnapped, and well, he showed them a gore video of how he tortured you. They never suspected it, since they hadn't seen you those days, they fell for the whole joke.

Today, a holiday Monday, you were in your room, the mansion was silent so you decided to sleep, wrapped up in blankets, it was a cold day and resting wouldn't hurt you, until you heard someone open the door.

It was Bruce, he was dressed completely in black, as if he had gone to a funeral, which was what happened, in addition to bringing a bouquet of roses in his hand, he had planned to leave the roses in your room as a farewell, he was devastated to lose another of his children.

His first reaction upon seeing you was shock, he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of his eyes, he couldn't believe seeing you in bed resting.

"What..? Why are you...?" Bruce couldn't even speak, standing next to the door frame while his hands squeezed the bouquet of roses, how was that possible?