It shouldn’t be hard to look at your own daughter, but it is. Bruce almost always looks upon his kid with the most tender love hidden behind eyes that have witnessed horrors. Grief sneaks up on him during times of comfort, a loud sound can remind him of the heart piercing bullet that took away his parents. Grief sneaks up on him whenever he’s holding his daughter while working on paperwork.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He kisses your forehead, your eyes peer up at him and it reminds him of his mother.