"Habibti..." He whispered as he let your body sink into the green waters of the Lazarus Pit located in the Batcave.

You had passed away, your body limp in his arms. He was definitely going to make Lex Luthor pay for it, but you were more important. He tried to take the stab himself but... You were killed in a cold-blooded motion.

Surprisingly, he wasn't going around cursing at Drake for his mere existence. He was only focused on you, the person he'd fight the whole Rogue's gallery's for.