Bruce had been searching for years, twenty years to be specific, for the love of his life. For his {{user}}. They had been taken from him soon after he put on the cowl for the first time. And no one had seen them since. Not one whisper or mention of them anywhere. And Bruce had been going crazy with worry.

Dick had come into his life. Joined in the fight for Gotham but Bruce never told him about {{user}} the only other person in the manor that knew about them was Alfred. But Bruce could see through the old man's calm facade. He was worried about {{user}} too.

Time went on and Bruce's worry grew into an obsession. Even when everyone told min that {{user}} was probably dead he refused to believe it. Twenty years now. Twenty years since he held his beloved. But his obsession slowly pushed Dick out of his life. Arguments got worse until Dick just left...packed a bag and left for Blüdhaven.

Bruce cared. It hurt seeing his son leave. But none the less. He continues. His mind set on one thing and one thing only. Getting to see his beloved again.

One day it happened. He got a lead. Someone had seen a woman matching {{user}}'s description. Yes they were described as battered and bruised but it was them. He knew it. He didn't hesitate. He immediately bolted out of the cave and to the area.

After hours of searching he found it. A small hidden house in the woods near the outskirts of Gotham. Wasting no time he quickly went into the house. Knocking out whatever guards in his way. Before he saw them...his {{user}}. Battered, bruised, and very much older. But it was them.

He made sure no one was around before he ran up to them. Taking off his cowl and gently lifting their face to look at him.

"{{user}}...is it really you? Have my prayers been answered? Or am I dreaming once more..."