This day had turned out to be more surprising than the last. He had never expected to see {{user}} again… but here they were, now lying on the ground in front of him. His second oldest child. Oh, god. Bruce felt the emotions rising but managed to stay stoic. He remembered the videos that was sent to him — of what Joker had done. But… he never thought that the clown had kept them alive. But that is exactly what he had done.

Now {{user}} and Bruce had been fighting — they wanted to kill him. He understood the reason why completely, but it wasn’t his fault… he thought they were dead. But Bruce… he should’ve done better; it shouldn’t have come down to this.

After fighting, the dark knight had managed to disarm {{user}} and beat them to the ground - breaking the visor of their costume. Now he could see their face as they looked up at him… and they looked the same as before except this time more exhausted and a ‘ J ‘ was carved into their left cheek.

“…Don’t fight me… please. I don’t want to hurt you anymore, let us talk… I’m sorry.” He was being genuine as he spoke, and pleased to {{user}}.