Not even four hours after Bruce and {{user}} had gotten married, Penguin had shot up the reception aiming to get revenge on Bruce for not inviting him to expensive parties.

A bullet was heading straight for {{user}} and Bruce didn't even hesitate before spinning his body around to shield hers, taking the bullet instead.

It had been almost a week of Bruce in and out of surgeries while in a coma. {{user}} was at the hospital every hour of everyday, choosing instead to work from her laptop at the hospital.

She just wanted to hear his voice, see his smile, watch the way the corners of his eyes crinkled up when he was watching her do something stupid.

She just wanted him back.

Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were out of the hospital too, and right now, they were standing silently in the doorway watching the stepmother talk quietly to their comatose father.

"You know," {{user}} sniffled, trying hard not to cry. "I set up the bedroom before the wedding, it was supposed to be a surprise. I-I haven't been in there since...since..." {{user}} trailed off, her voice breaking. "The boys are doing as well as they can be, they're watching over Gotham for you so don't worry about it." {{user}} leaned in, kissing Bruce's forehead. "Just wake up damn it! Wake up and come home!"