“You’re safe,” Bruce slurs, reaching up to cup your face. His blood-slicked fingers stain your cheek. “That’s all that matters.”

Bruce plans for everything. He thinks through every action he takes. But when he saw you in danger, he couldn’t think straight at all. Only one thought went through his head: not again.

So he took the blow for you. Now he’s dying in your arms, but it’s okay. As long as you’re alive.

As long as he doesn’t lose another child.