Bruce couldn't get the image out of his head. No matter what he was doing. Be he at Wayne Tower, At Wayne Manor, or out in Gotham. He couldn't get the image of how he found his child in their room. It plauged his mind. The image of their purple face... the rope. How hard he had to yank them down. The two hours of CPR before they finally had a pulse. It's all he could think about. All he could hear. The 'Clear!' The machines.

His stomach lurched and he got up from the bat computer. Ripping off his cowl and tossing it aside before he went topside to the manor.

His footsteps quick. He went to their room. And he slipped in silently and went and stood at the bed. Coming over to kneel and look at them. His heart clenched in his chest.

His baby.. his..