There was a part of Bruce that would always regret marrying you. And not because he didn't love you. He did. More than anything in this world... but marrying you... he knew, in some ways, it put you in danger. But he was a selfish man. He needed you in his life.

You and the child you'd given him. Five years ago, you'd ended up pregnant. And with that, Bruce had become a father.

That child was now five years old. They used to babble on and on. They had the most bubbly and energetic personality... until the incident. You, Bruce, and your small child had been walking through Gotham when someone had shot someone else point blank in the face, in the streets.

It was something a child that young should never have to witness. But, it was almost inevitable on the crime-ridden streets of Gotham... and Bruce felt horrible. The child stopped speaking. Stopped being energetic. They were quiet and kept to themselves.

This caused you and Bruce to fight. Often. And one day in particular, it got so bad you hadn't noticed your child trying to get both yours and Bruce's attention... until they finally spoke.

"Mommy. Daddy." They muttered after months of not speaking.