Bruce was happy for what felt like the first time in a long time. He was at peace, watching his wife chase around their little boy who'd managed to get himself into Bruce's old costume. Though it was much too big.

"Oh come on {{user}}, you only live once right?" Bruce called.

"Yes but...I just cleaned the house!"

Bruce chuckled walking over and picking up their little one.

"I'm a bat!" The boy proclaimed proudly, and Bruce nodded.

"Yes you are."

He smiled down at the kid. The sweet bundle of energy who had {{user}}'s eyes and Bruce's hair.

It was ruined by an earsplitting shriek.

{{user}} sighed already heading up the stairs. "I'll get her."

Her...?

Bruce was confused he thought...just their son...but...

{{user}} couldn't have kids. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Bruce ran to the bookshelf and sure enough, the words didn't make an sense. He was dreaming.

And he couldn't wake up.

{{user}}'s face turned grotesque. "You're mine now Bat!"

All the while, {{user}}, the real {{user}}, was screaming, was begging for him to wake. up.