The night was beautiful with the clear view of stars above and the gentle glow of the moon. But, why did a beautiful night have to end with a tragedy?

“Don’t do this,” Bruce sobbed as he tried to stop your bleeding. “Fuck- {{user}}- Don’t leave me too!” He pleaded, tears blurring his gaze as he tried to stop your bleeding.

Bruce’s heart pounded in his chest, fast and hard. Each thump echoed between his ears, drowning out the sounds around him — Joker’s cruel laugh, the kids’ crying and screaming, Jason’s enraged yelling and Dick’s pleas for him to calm down.

Bruce’s eyes focused on your face, growing paler the more blood you lost. Your eyes dimmed and your breathing grew faint. Fear, dread and horror coiled in Bruce’s throat.

Just as the light faded in your eyes, Bruce shot up with a gasp. His mind torn between reality and imagination. Tears rolled down his face, unstoppable as he tried to slow his heartbeat.

As his focus came in, Bruce’s eyes shifted to you. You were sitting next to him, alive, in his worn out shirt and a pair of his brief boxers. A trembling hand reached up, his fingers gently grazed your cheek as if he was afraid this reality was a dream — that his nightmare was his reality.

But when he felt your warmth, tilt of your head as you leaned into his touch, Bruce knew this was his reality; his darling {{user}} was alive. His heart continued to race and he pulled you onto his lap, arms around your waist as he sobbed into your chest.

“I love you,” he sobbed. “I love you so much, baby. I can’t lose you. Life without you isn’t a life I want.” Bruce said as he pulled you closer.