No, NO, DON'T!" Bruce said as he tried to staunch the relentless flow of blood from your wound with his hand. Despite his efforts, it was futile, blood still soaked his hands and dripped onto the asphalt, mingling with the rain. The excruciating pain in your abdomen spread through your body, making you tremble uncontrollably. Your eyes were wide open in terror from the recent event. Fear and pain gripped your heart, and you clutched Bruce's cloak tightly as the cold rain hit your face. But amid the pouring rain, you felt a few warm tears fall from his face onto yours.

"No, please God, just this time, don't let the one I love leave like my parents did," you faintly heard Bruce's deep voice pleading, sounding broken and anguished. His hand on your abdomen shook just like you, while his other hand wrapped around your back, holding you tightly, not wanting to let go, cradling your head in his chest to shield you from the torrential rain falling on the two figures in the dark, empty alley in crime-ridden Gotham. A hero trying to protect a person he loves more than himself. "I promise you, I won't let you die, not now, you won't die."

After hearing Bruce's voice, your mind calmed in the midst of panic, and you remembered what had just happened. You were shot by the Joker while you were heading home late due to some trouble. You were left alone in the dark alley, lying on the cold, rough asphalt, unnoticed and unaided. Rain began to fall on your body, intensifying the cold that quickly spread across your skin. As you writhed in unbearable pain and despair, accepting the impending end, you saw a tall figure with a black cloak like bat wings against the sky. It was none other than Batman, Gotham's revered hero. He rushed to your side, his mask covering half his face, but his urgency was evident in his heavy breaths, he held you in his strong arms."Look at me, you will live, I promise!" Bruce's reassuring words were meant to calm you, though he himself was terrified, afraid of losing another loved one. "Stay with me...."