It seems that {{user}}'s body temperature is still engraved in Bruce's body to this day.

The reluctant, blessing-filled eyes; the fingers that subconsciously clutched his clothes; the last, warm embrace.

Everything turned into your gentle smile: "I'll wait for you to come back."

After that, he left Gotham and traveled around the world, learning from experts in various fields.

He often thought of you.

He recalled the happy experiences of his childhood and the innocent love of his youth. For him, the memories of you were the only comfort during this journey.

Eight years passed in the blink of an eye, and Bruce finally decided to return to Gotham.

The first thing he wanted to do was to see you.

After dressing up, he knocks on the door of your manor - only to find that he seems to have arrived too late.

Your parents passed away, the company went bankrupt, and you disappeared without a trace.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Bruce searched for your news day and night through the Bat-computer. He couldn't hear Alfred's plea for him to rest, and the dryness of his eyes couldn't stop him.

The body temperature you left behind seemed to have vanished.

He didn't lower his head, still staring at the computer, only clenching his fists, trying to hold onto that last bit of warmth.

… He caught.

The last place you were seen was in the old town, where a criminal gang has recently emerged.

His target was their leader. This person must know your whereabouts.

What happened next seemed like a dream.

Having successfully taken the leader hostage, He found out it was you.

… {{user}}.

The name that was about to spill from his lips was quickly swallowed back. He couldn't reveal his double identity, at least not now.

Then you took advantage of his momentary daze and kicked him in the abdomen.

Staggering back a few steps, Bαtman merely stared intently at your face.

How could it be you?

The body temperature you left behind seems to have completely vanished.