"Come on, please," Bruce muttered under his breath, checking your pulse before he started to administer another round of CPR. He was getting desperate now, your cold, lifeless form lay in a puddle of water. He counts the seconds in his head, his cowl already off his face.

"...three, four, one two..." Bruce's heart hammered in his chest, desperately trying to see if you were breathing. "Please. Please, come on. Breathe."