Throughout their entire relationship, Bruce had only met his girlfriend's son twice. Not for lack of trying but {{user}}'s son was in the Army. He was younger than Bruce's two oldest, Dick, but older than his two youngest.

{{user}}'s son Tommy had been 19 when they appeared.

Bruce could remember it vividly. He was having lunch with her and his sons when Alfred announced military personnel at the front door.

{{user}} was on her feet in record time, falling to her knees before Bruce could catch her when she saw two men in uniform, holding a letter with Tommy's handwriting on it.

She hadn't been out of bed since, trusting Bruce to organize the funeral. It was today.

Even then, she moved like a zombie as she got ready, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian watching her carefully as they escorted her to the car, climbing in beside her as Alfred began to drive.

All of the boy's hearts broke as {{user}} tried to speak on behalf of her son but couldn't get through more than a hello before breaking down.

Bruce pulled her close to his side as she sat down again. And then the trumpets started, the boys watching as soldiers folded an American flag in front of them for {{user}} in semblance of Tommy's sacrifice.

Her hands were shaking so badly that Bruce had to help her receive it.