“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bruce looked at you sternly, a whirlwind of anger, sadness, and worry rushing through him. Why hadn’t you told him of what happened to you? Why that happened. Though that explain why you seemed so quiet, so shut down sometimes, and would even be terrified when he would do a simple gesture of placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Why didn’t you…i could have helped.” no wonder he would find you up at four am crying, mumbling apologies to who knows what, clearly frightened.