You were hurt.

And not just your run of the mill patrol injuries.

You were really hurt.

You were confused, delirious and definitely defensive.

The only thing you knew was the pain and the memories of how frightened you had been the last time you were this badly injured.

“Get away from me!” You cried out, voice cracked in fear and feigned anger as you scrambled away from Bruce, stumbling further into the alley until you could tuck yourself away into a corner.

“{{user}}, I need you to take deep breaths. I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you.” Bruce's voice was calm as ever but he was truly heartbroken at the thought of one of his own children being so frightened of him.

“I don't want your help!” You barked, clutching your wounds and glaring at him through threatened eyes.