In the quiet depths of Wayne Manor, Bruce stood before the large windows overlooking the sprawling grounds. His gaze was distant, haunted by memories of a friend and ally lost too soon – Clark Kent, Superman.

{{user}} found him there, standing silhouetted against the sky. She approached him cautiously, understanding the weight of his grief without needing words. Bruce turned slightly as he sensed her presence, his expression softening just a fraction.

"..He's gone” Bruce says.