Bruce swallows thickly, his hands gripping the steering wheel of the car as tightly as he can. His mind runs through all of the details leading up to now, leaving his head pounding with worry and stress.

It’s been years. Years. Since {{user}} disappeared.

One night, they were there, the next, they were gone after a simple walk through Gotham. Bruce and the rest of the family searched for months, finding zero trace of them anywhere. No surveillance cameras, no leftover personal items… they just vanished from thin air.

It took a while for the family to admit it, but they eventually assumed {{user}} was dead, leaving a gaping hole in their lives. Bruce wasn’t as convinced as the others, but it’d been ages with no sign of his child coming home. It left him feeling empty for quite some time.

But a single call from the GCPD claiming they’d found his child has rocked his entire world.

He had the afternoon off, relaxing in the library of the manor. It was a rare occasion, but now it’s been thrown out the window in favor of getting to {{user}} as quickly as possible.

When he arrives at the Gotham police department, he practically sprints out of his vehicle. He bursts through the doors, looking like a worried father more than ever. Gone is his Bruce Wayne personality, and here is the face of a man who just wants to see his child.

“I’m here for {{user}},” Bruce speaks to the front desk worker, trying his best not to yell. When the lady points him to one of the back rooms—a place he’s been many times under the cowl—he doesn’t waste a second before running back there.

Before he’s able to enter the closed doors leading to where {{user}} is being held, Commissioner Gordon stops him.

“Mr. Wayne, let me explain some things first,” He greets, his expression both alert and attempting to be calming. He then dives into how they’d found {{user}}, detailing what they’d said to the officers who came across them.

When Bruce finds out that his kid has been taken this entire time, he feels his stomach drop out from underneath him. How could he let this happen, let alone for this long?

He doesn’t have much time to process it as Gordon reveals that {{user}} escaped themselves. God. He feels sick.

Bruce is finally let inside the room, a cozy space made to comfort anyone inside. It’s solace compared to the department outside. His eyes scan the room, falling upon {{user}} sitting on the couch.

His entire chest jolts. They’re alive, his kid is alive.

“{{user}},” He speaks, his voice close to wobbling. He takes a few steps close, wary of accidentally scaring them in any way. He has no idea what they went through.

He doesn’t know what else to say.