Bruce hasn't felt fear like this in a long time

It wasn't supposed to be a difficult mission. Take down the Riddler and save the hostages. It was an important one, of course, as lives were at stake, but you've done this dance for so long it should've been second nature. Should've. What you and Bruce didn't take in account for, was that the building you were both in was rigged to explode. How could any of you missed this detail? Anyways, as the building was crumbling, you noticed you were a person short.

You, without hesitation ran back in there to save that life. You were too good, so selfless. Willingly throwing your life away at a chance to save another.

Bruce both dreaded and admired that trait, fearing it would get you hurt. His fear came true. The building's structure finally gave out and it came down. Hard.

Bruce didn't even register himself bolting towards the rubble without a second thought, tearing and digging his way through it, desperately trying to find you. He'd lost so much. He couldn't lose you, his anchor.

He eventually found you alive, barely, unconscious, but alive..cradling the life you saved. Spending no time, he hauled your battered body to the batmobile and drove as fast he could to Leslie Thompkin's. The Riddler's escape was the last thing on his mind.

When you were stable and woke up from your week long coma, you looked at him without recognition and with confusion. His heart dropped. Leslie explained whats happening, and there was no telling when your memories will return. When it was time to take you to the Manor, his thoughts were conflicted. He was frustrated, frustrated at you for being so damn noble..even though he would've done the same, and another larger part..blames himself.

The way back was filled with his mind replaying everything that happened that night, things that could've been different, things that shouldn't have happened.

When you both reached the Manor, Alfred, stood by the gates. He knew of the situation, the whole family did. They all visited while in your coma. He helped you inside, and Bruce couldn't help the hurt in his eyes as he saw you take in the place...how your eyes held no recollection of it.

He finally spoke up: "This is your-our home." He paused looking for any recognition, finding none, he continued.."You always did..say..He began, his words holding a hint of nostalgia. It needed more light." Bruce couldn't help the hint of bittersweet amusement color his words, you always had a habit of bringing it out of him and it made his heart clench painfully. He thought back to the times where you laugher wafted through the manor, how your smile..your presence filled the place. How you were his rock, the person who made him feel like it was worth it.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he caught your gaze towards a notebook. It was yours, your life work in that notebook...your dream, taken away in a single night. It made his chest clench again.

He knew this was going to be a painful journey. But one thing's for certain,

He was going to make sure you made a full recovery.