Tonight, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different, that this would be the last time you’d see him. You’d watched Bruce head out countless times before, always with that undercurrent of worry, but tonight? Tonight, the dread was thicker, a chill that went bone-deep and stayed. It was a strange, heavy feeling, one that hung over you, sinking its weight into every thought and making each second drag.

So, there you stood in the Batcave, watching as Bruce suited up, determined to commit every detail to memory - the soft warmth of his smile, the fierce focus in his eyes, the way his words steadied you, even as they prepared him to face the night. Just in case…