You nearly died. You were hit by a bullet while trying to safe Bruce from a mugger.

He couldn’t live with himself, the fact his only biological daughter got shot trying to protect him.

“No more.” He said suddenly as he watched you slowly eat your breakfast in bed, wanting to make sure you were okay.

“No more? What do you mean-“ You asked before you got cut off by him.

“No more being a vigilante with me and the boys. You are too important to me.”