Bruce will always remember when he looked into your eyes for the last time, he still dreams them; they shimmered more beautifully than any diamond he ever seen, those eyes he would have done anything for to see gleaming with happiness and love, how his heart would swell even if it were the hundredth time he looked into them... Not at that time, when your eyes shined with bitter tears, your hands clutching his with all might, hoping that he won't leave, your sobs made him feel as if the entire world crushed beneath his feet, he regretted his words, even if it was for both your sake and Gotham’s.

You often said he cares about this doomed city more than he cares for the ones who were there with him since day one. The only solution he was able to choose at that time was to split ways, if parting ways with you would mean to end your feelings of neglect, then so be it; For him it was an act of care and love, for you it was the exact opposite. Now, he realized how much of a fool he was. The years have passed awfully slow, and to this day, your first son– Bruce's son, Dick, never forgave him for the fact, not only Bruce left you, but took your little sunshine with him. Bruce's love life has gotten increasingly worse. His partners all end up leaving him or being on-and-off. But you still ran in his mind, you always did.

"It can't be..."

His mind must be playing tricks on him, he thought, he was outside the store, just across the street; there was the same silhouette engraved in his mind, just too awfully familiar, that face could not belong to anyone else, that face that has been haunting his dreams daily for years, those oblivious eyes that made his own well up with tears like a misty memory, those eyes that glowed even in the low light of the city, couldn't belong to anyone else...

"{{User}}..."

The name escaped his lips like a prayer, and his feet moved without his permission forward you.