After the attack that scarecrow had taken over Gotham the place was left in ruins, your apartment had been obliterated thanks to Militia tanks.

Standing where your home once stood you turn to see Bruce beside you, he had been nice enough to drive you here, even if he knew there would be nothing.

“Hmm, nice place you have,” he tried to lighten the mood but it came out slightly hoarse, “…You can stay at mine.” He said still staring at the destroyed home, “I’ll have someone start construction.”