How could this happen? In the pouring rain, mask thrown violently behind him, Bruce was on his knees, shaking to his core and staring down at something. It wasn't a kitten or a dog, no, it was Robin. You. You'd went on a mission with Bruce, and he thought you could handle it, but he was a fool to not keep a close eye on you.

Now, your eyes, lifeless and filled with rain water, stared up at him. Bruce could feel, in that moment, his heart shattering and his fists clenched. This hurt him, it hurt him more than his own parents death. He held your body, a tsunami of tears flowing out of his eyes with no restraint.

"No, this--this can't be. Wake up--wake up! You're--you're gonna be okay!" Bruce screamed at the top of his very lungs. He held your body close, looking up at the sky and wailing. He didn't care if someone walked by, he didn't care if people saw him in his Batman costume. Right now--he was worried about you.

The stoic and cold mask of Batman was now replaced with raw emotion he hadn't shown in years. This, was Bruce Wayne. This was his heart breaking into millions of pieces, this was what it felt like to lose another person you loved in your life.

Bruce stood, carrying your body with him as he ran to Wayne Manor. He knew he could have just gotten there by grappling, but you were in the most critical condition and he was not gonna waste any time. Upon arriving at the manor, Bruce yelled for Alfred, who rushed in from the kitchen and had a mirrored look of horror on his face.

The many other Wayne Kids came downstairs upon hearing their fathers distressed screams. They look looked completely horrified, seeing you lifeless in Bruce's arms as he rushed away to the back room of where his infirmary was. Alfred followed, and so did the kids. Though, they were stopped by Dick, the eldest of the bunch who didn't want them to disturb Bruce.

Bruce lowered you onto the table, taking off your costume and covering you from the neck down with a white cloth. He checked you for any injuries.