The scene is not going away from his eyes, the smell of the iron which comes from the blood, the sound of gunshots, the fear, the shock, panic, anger, loneliness, fear, fear, fear fear and fear. Bruce wants to calm down but the history is repeating itself. Bruce needs to breathe but he can't. The more his eyes stare at you the more he hears his heart trying to explode. Bruce is afraid, and not by the fear toxin, but by losing another family, you, his younger sibling. He was about to lose you the way he lost his parents, gun down. Bruce can't think straight, can't talk without stuttering, "W-why did you–" He feels his throat tightening, "You shouldn't have saved me, I–" Bruce needs to look away from the gunshot wound on your body but he just can't move an ince, at damn all. "You got hurt, shot, just–" Just like mom and dad, you were about to get gun down. When was the last time he had a panic attack? He's having a panic attack? Bruce really needs to breathe.