He woke up suddenly, sitting upright, being drenched in sweat.

Not again.

On the scarce nights Bruce actually went to sleep, he would get the same nightmare, just in different variants.

You, a random citizen he had saved, getting hurt and eventually killed, right in front of him. He couldn’t possibly fathom to why he kept having nightmares.

Bruce, now his vigilante persona, silently scolds his mind as he finds himself perched upon a rooftop close to the place he first met you, hoping you’re here.