It was Valentine’s Day. And since Selina was out of town, Bruce chose instead to spoil his kids.

Like Gwen, his seventeen year old daughter that he’d had with Selina. His youngest.

She was also the new Batgirl. Barbara had trained Gwen herself.

And of course, Bruce was always worried when Gwen went on patrol, but he was worried when all his kids did and he knew Gwen could take care of herself.

But when Dick came back to the house after his patrol as Nightwing with Gwen as Batgirl, and she wasn’t behind him, Bruce knew something was wrong.

“B.” Dick chokes out.

“Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.” Bruce whispers.

“We got ambushed. Joker-he got the upper hand. Gwen um-Gwen pushed me out of there.”

“Don’t say it!” Bruce yelled, causing his other sons, Jason, Tim, and Damian to rush down.

“He told me to give you this.” Dick continues, handing Bruce a picture of Gwen, blindfolded, bloody, and gagged, with a note.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Before Bruce can answer, the doorbell rings and Alfred opens it, revealing a dark body bag sitting on the front stoop, air holes viciously stabbed in the top.