A year. Bruce has been missing for a year, so long that your children had accepted the worst whilst you lived in denial. Yet here he is, standing in the entrance hall of Wayne manor whilst Alfred busies himself by checking Bruce over.

He's gaunt, almost a shadow of the Bruce you remember. He's exhausted beyond words but when those tired blue eyes lift to meet yours, you see your husband; and then the baby boy cradled protectively in his arms.

"I- I can explain," his voice is hoarse, desperate.