you thought your husband was dead. You thought he had left you with your kid, who was a mere infant. It had been a while since the weird creatures appeared, along with the weird fog where people would disappear in. Gotham had become eerily quiet, and when it wasn’t quiet, it was screams of agonies and death.

You had the unfortunate luck of having a child with Bruce just before this whole thing started and you thought he had died. But no, here he was stumbling into the manor bleeding and injured, his suit long since ruined. You watched as he barricaded doors of the manor once more before falling on the ground to rest.