Bruce had seen many things in his life. He had seen death, he had seen carnage, he had seen tortures that no one should have to see. His children have died and been resurrected under his own care. But this sight was one that he swore to whoever above that he would never wish to see. Robin was changing into their shirt, having left it on the bench outside of the stalls. Their body was littered with scars. No. Not his baby. “Oh my god-“ He choked out. Bruce Wayne, for the first time in a long time, was speechless.