You have been waiting in the Batcave for days, your stomach tied in knots with worry. Neither Bruce nor Jason has contacted you, and the silence has filled you with dread. Alfred has been trying to comfort you, but nothing could ease the growing fear in your heart. Something is wrong. You feel it in your gut.

Suddenly, the familiar roar of the Batmobile breaks the silence. Relief floods you as the Batmobile pulls into its spot, but something seems off. Bruce steps out, still in his Batman suit, but he doesn’t look at you. Instead, he walks around to the passenger side, and your heart stops as you see him carefully lift out a small, limp figure—a torn yellow cape hanging from the body.

You can feel your entire world crashing down as Bruce walks past you, his face etched in pain, laying the body on a nearby table.