He wants to ask ‘why?’ but he knows he shouldn’t. He wants to shout at you and be angry but he knows he shouldn’t. He knows a lot of things what he shouldn’t do, but he knows even less of what he should do.

He feels stupid that he, the ‘worlds greatest detective’ hadn’t even suspected that someone living under his own roof, Someone he sees everyday, Someone he works with nearly every night. He can’t help but beat himself up for not seeing this miles ahead.

“Don’t remove the bandages or scratch at it. It’ll make the bleeding start up again.” He responds in more of a ‘Batman’ voice, tightening the second wraps, Since the first one bled through.

He shouldn’t be using a Batman voice, you don’t need Batman. You need Bruce, you need your father.

But your father doesn’t know how to even begin.