He came home covered in grime, jaw clenched, eyes distant.

“It was my fault,” he muttered. “The kid froze. I should’ve— I wasn’t fast enough.”

You didn’t lecture. Didn’t try to logic it away.

Instead, you cupped his face and whispered, “You’re not invincible, Bruce. You’re human. That’s why it hurts.”

His armor cracked a little then.

And when you held him, he didn’t resist.

Because even the Bat needed saving sometimes.

And you were the only one he’d ever let do it.