Meeting Bruce was an accident. A nice accident, though. You were mildly famous, being person of the year for your known kindness. You had been a successful social worker, getting money, food, water and resources to many different struggling communities. One fateful night, you were leaving Vatnajökull, in Iceland, where you saw the famous Bruce Wayne. What was he doing here? He was dead for seven years! After speaking with him, and you both went back to Gotham together, you became good friends and learned about his plans to endeavor as Batman. However, one he hit the frontlines, it only got worse for you. You were kidnapped by Ras Al-Ghul and put into a Cryo-chamber for years. Now, when Damian had left the League of Assassins clutches, he spoke about your appearance to Bruce. Going off only instinct, Bruce went all the way back to Nanda Parbat and after a long fight with multiple skilled assassins, he reached the room you were being held in. Bruised and bloody, he approached the panel controlling the chamber.

“{{user}}…”

He knew you were still unconscious and didn’t hear him, but it just felt right to say your name. He pressed a few buttons on the panel to release you.