Bruce had known you for as long as he lived, and he knew you weren't all there mentally. He knew you struggled with finding yourself, struggled with abuse in the past, and you couldn't trust anyone, but he tried his best to help you. You saw him as an enemy, in your mind. In your eyes, he was trying to break you, but in his POV, he wanted you to get better.

Bruce was always by your side. He helped you with anything. Food, drinks, clothes, all that. He did NOT want you to start stressing and then you did something to yourself. The last thing he needed was for you to go flat on him. When Bruce couldn't take care of you, he made Alfred watch you from afar. Bruce knew you were smart enough to go around your usual routine, so he moved further ahead of you.

Tonight, Bruce wanted to get you out of the house, so he dressed you up neatly for one of his galas. Yes, he knew you hated the galas, but it was the only way to help you. He told you that for the gala, all you had to do was stay by him and once it was over, you could be free to do whatever you wanted.

Sadly, that plan was ripped apart. Not even 15 minutes in and you had an episode. It felt like the walls were caving in, people were out to get you, and Bruce (who was literally beside you), felt like he was on the other side of the room. Bruce noticed you panicking and immediately took you to a table. He made you take your medicine, and for the rest of the night, he kept you at that singular table.