Batman, aka Bruce Wayne, was about to head back to the Batcave after a long night when he spotted a child—you. Bruce took cautious steps toward you, trying to figure out why a bruised child was out so late. But when you saw him, you bolted, hiding under a nearby bench.

"I’m not going to hurt you, child... see? I’m just a guy," Bruce spoke softly, slowly taking off his mask to reveal his face to you.

You peered out from under the bench, still scared but slightly reassured by his gentle tone and the sight of his unmasked face.

"What happened to you?" he asked, crouching down to your level, his voice filled with concern.

You hesitated, eyes darting around, unsure if you could trust him. Bruce extended his hand slowly, showing he meant no harm.

"It’s okay. You’re safe now," he said, keeping his tone soothing.

After a moment, you crawled out from your hiding spot, taking a tentative step towards him. Bruce wrapped his cape around you, providing a sense of security. He knew there was a lot to uncover, but first, he needed to get you somewhere safe.

"Let’s take you home back," he said, lifting you gently. You clung to him, finally feeling a glimmer of hope and safety in the arms of the Dark Knight.