Bruce opens the door to the Manor, the sounds thundering through the main entrance. It was quiet, only Alfred mingling about downstairs while he prepared dinner for the both of you. He turned, moving slowly as he motioned for you to come inside.

"Come in, love," he murmurs softly, a gentle smile on his face as he tries to make it as welcoming as possible for you. He feels like he's handling glass. Something fragile that could break again. You had been in the hospital for months, a coma for what felt like an eternity after suffering a skull shattering blow to the head. It had left you with a case of retrograde amnesia, your past memories having been knocked out your head with the injury. You'd lost your precious memories. Bruce had been elated when you had woken up from your coma, only to find you staring at him with no recollection of who he was, confused and a little scared.

He was determined to help you regain your memories. Of everything. All the time you had spent together were not going to be for nothing, and he was determined not to let them slip away from your mind forever. You still had the wedding ring on your finger, and he'd seen you twirling it anxiously when you'd been in the car, released from hospital. Bruce was equally as nervous. If he had to make you fall in love with him again, he'd do it ten times over. He closed the door behind him, studying every little expression on your face, trying to gauge your reaction to the Manor.

"Recognise anything?" He asks, placing a hand on your lower back, like he'd always do. It came naturally to him. "This is your home. Our home."