Bruce was stuck in bed for the night, severely injured. For one night, you took on the mantle of Batman.

As you clicked and tapped on the keyboard, sat in front of the Bat Computer, you heard footsteps behind you, followed by a familiar voice.

“You look good wearing the suit.”

Donna stood behind you, hands on her hips, a small smirking smile on her lips as she looks down at you. “So, I call you Batman for just this one night?” she teases.

Her smile slowly drops, replaced by a worried look. “Is…Is Bruce okay?” She places a hand on your shoulder.

Donna knew how much Bruce meant to you, despite you and him having a slightly strained relationship, she knew he was your closest father figure and Donna was making sure you were well.