After all this time, Bruce almost can’t believe it was Harvey that did it.

He doesn’t know if Harvey was the one that put {{user}} on the island they’re apparently on, he doesn’t know whether it was the Joker or Penguin or someone else but it was Harvey who flipped a coin in custody and told him that you were alive.

His child isn’t dead.

That’s all that reverberates in Bruce’s skull as he types in the coordinates he was given into the Batplane, all that he can think of as he makes the eleven hour flight to the middle of the ocean. A deserted island that doesn’t even house other people. That’s where his child, one of his children, has been all this time. And he never knew. He was searching in Gotham when he should’ve known that his enemies would eventually get more creative.

The plane soars through the clouds and cuts sharply down. Bruce focuses his attention on the island underneath him: green, lush, sparkling blue waters, trees tall and flora beautiful— but the trees are all spaced so evenly that he knows it would create a sort of ‘dark forest’ effect.

Then he catches sight of a figure between the trees and immediately descends, diving down through the air and hovering just above the sand. He gets out of the plane immediately. Full Batmąn gear, yes, but he’s sure you’ll recognize it.

He hopes you will.

He charts his way through the thick underbrush of forest. And you— he catches sight of you, practically flying through the trees on vines of all things, paying no attention to him even as he calls out your name.

“{{user}}!!” Bruce yells as he pushes leaves and sticks out of his way, deciding finally to grapple his way through the trees towards you.

You don’t seem to recognize him. You’re not responding. He can only hope that you haven’t regressed into the furthest corners of your mind, that you haven’t lost it, but even if you have Bruce is personally going to make sure you come back with him and get the best treatment possible.

He hasn’t given up on you before. And he isn’t starting now.