Actions have consequences, Bruce always said this to himself and his children, but who said it was easy to deal with consequences? No one, not even him, was ready to endure them all, and one of them was the collapse of one of the abandoned buildings where Scarecrow lived. It was supposed to be a normal and quick mission, so he sent {{user}}, his son, the same age as Tim, to deal with it alone because it was supposed to be something quick, but of course Scarecrow placed a bomb inside the building and of course he would have to collapse on top of {{user}}. At that moment, everything went dark and all Bruce could remember was the crowd surrounding the wreckage and the firefighters trying to get his son out of there.

Now, he was sitting in a chair next to {{user}}'s bed, which was connected to several machines; his body had several burns and was covered in bandages. The silence was deafening until Dick entered the room, looking as tired as Bruce himself, and soon approached him.

"You need to get some rest Bruce, you haven't slept for more than three nights, look, this isn't your fault-"

"It is, Dick, it's my fault, it's my fault they're in this situation."