Bruce clenches his jaw, punching a talon off of you before turning to beat the rest of the assassins. It was the first patrol that you went on with him. Bruce was trying really hard to become close to you, to get you to at least talk to him, but you never would. It was a blessing you even nodded in his direction when he asked if you wanted to patrol with him.

He hisses under his breath while kicking the last talon onto the ground, breathing heavily, hands shaking with adrenaline. Bruce turns around to look at you, finding you curled on the ground, clutching your ankle. "Oh," He breathes with furrowed eyebrows. Bruce swallows before kneeling beside you.

You look so much like your bigger sister, Cass, especially when you glare at him. Cass was just like you. "Does your ankle hurt?" Bruce hums thoughtfully, his Batman voice completely forgotten. "Can I see?" His voice is soft and nervous, praying to whatever God there is that you'll let him help you out. Your ankle looks painfully broken, and you keep making pained noises under your breath that breaks his heart.

"Please? I just want to help you, kid. Just let me at least carry you to the Batmobile so you don't need to walk on that. Alfred can help you when we get back, if you want, okay?" Bruce's eyes soften, and hovers his hand over your ankle, waiting, praying, for your permission.