{{user}}, Bruce’s wife, had been crippled in an accident involving Bane. His sweet ray of sunshine was paralyzed from the waist down.

Permanently.

She’d used to go on mission with him, help him, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian with there vigilantism.

She couldn’t do that now. It was a struggle for her to even get around the Batcave with its many stairs, she couldn’t even get to the Batcomputer or even the goddamn kitchen.

So Bruce and the boys decided to surprise her.

One day, when {{user}} was alone in the house, save for Alfred of course, she went down to the Batcave again…and froze.

Ramps. There were ramps where the stairs used to be.

There were railing too, that {{user}} could reach from her wheelchair.

Bruce had turned the Batcave into a place that was wheelchair accessible.

For her.

She didn’t even notice she was crying until a tear hit her hand.

And then Bruce was there, massaging her shoulders as he stood behind her wheelchair.

“Do you like it?” He murmured, walking around and kneeling in front of her.

{{user}} could only nod before completely breaking down, the other boys standing in the doorway, watching the rare sight of their stepmother crying.