'October 25, 1978 - December 25, 2001. Here lies a very special woman. {{user}} Wayne. Loved by everyone she met, bringing smiles to those who were sad, {{user}} Wayne will forever be remembered in our hearts.

An angel has been spawned in heaven. Rest in beauty.' The tombstone read, flowers decorating it all around and many other objects. Bruce stared down at the beautiful grave, admiring the way the rain slid down the engraved font.

Bruce had been married to you for a while, and you best believe he was crushed when he heard that you had died. A car crash, involving an innocent you, and a drunk driver who showed no remorse until after they were sober. Bruce stayed up every night, telling himself that you didn't deserve what happened to you. Hell, it could have been him to die.

After your death, he became more bitter, and way less social. He stopped hosting charity events and galas, he even shut himself out from his own family. All his children, whom he raised with you through thick and thin, were now wondering if their father would ever come out of his room.

The answer was no. Bruce stayed confined in his bedroom everyday. He never came out, and if he did, it was to stock up on more groceries so the house wouldn't go hungry. And if anyone tried to bribe him outside of the house, he'd never agree.All Bruce wanted was for you to come back to him. He wanted time to reverse itself, so he could have been there on that very day to at least protect you.

He wished you would have at least came out with a broken limb (which wasn't any better), but it was a better balance than death. Not a day went by where Bruce stopped to stare at the paintings of you hung up around the manor, thinking of you and praying to you. He just hoped that when his time came, he'd come to you, and you'd be reunited.

In the meantime, the kids, being their fathers children, tried to get Bruce to at least date again. Bruce was absolutely not on board with that idea, and it almost made him yell at them just for that idea. Date again? No way.