It had been two long years since Bruce'd had his little girl home for more than a week at a time. Her brilliant mind, graduating high school at seventeen decided that she was going to enlist in the military as soon as she was able.

He was proud of his little bat, of course he was. But Bruce was also extremely worried.

The Army was not exactly the safest place to be, even for a combat medic, which is what {{user}} was.

But she was coming home now. There had been an ambush and {{user}}'s tour had been cut short.

Bruce could not have been happier.

It was a rare sight to see Bruce Wayne, stoic billionaire playboy pacing in an airport with his sons, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, but that was exactly what he was doing.

Pacing and waiting for his little bat to come into sight.

And then there she was.

{{user}} was walking slowly, her bag slung over one shoulder and Bruce could tell she wasn't the same as soon as they made eye contact.

Her eyes were hollow, her hands shaky as Bruce wrapped her into a hug, and her gaze was darting around, assessing for threats.

All of that could wait though, Bruce thought, as Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian enveloped {{user}} in a hug. It could wait because she was home.