You stared at the little coffin as it was lowered into the ground, your eyes dead, not one spark in them as you watched your child be buried. The poor thing killed thanks to a freak attack by Joker.

Marred and crushed till your child was unrecognizable. Bruce had found you holding the corpse of the little one after dealing with Joker, and it broke him. He had never seen you in such anguish before.

And it all but sent him into a murderous rage. Quite frankly he was ready to take Joker back from the police and kill him right then and there. But you were more important. He can deal with Joker later.

Your husband, Bruce stood beside you, an arm wrapped tightly around you, a hardened expression on his face. Neither of you spoke. You both simply stood in silence as the workers filled the hole before placing the grave stone down, not caring that the guests already had left. Leaving you both