Bruce had been raised on trauma. It's how the Batman had been created. Watching his parents get killed, seeing the citizens of Gotham brutalized and tormented.

It's who he was, to an extent.

But his wife...she was his ray of sunshine. Thought the world was as bright as it could be. She wasn't stupid, of course, she knew that bad things happened and that people got hurt but she trusted that everything would be okay in the end.

Then Dick left. And Tim got tormented by the Joker. Damian showed up on their doorstep with scars from the League of Assassins.

The thing that really send {{user}} down the rabbit hole though, was when Jason died. Her adopted son had been blown to bits and then brought back to life barely recognizable.

It had been heartbreaking to watch Gotham's sweetheart fall into madness.

Dissociative amnesia had left her thinking her kids were still small. That they were all safe and alive.

Bruce couldn't help but think that if only Jason would visit her, prove he was alive in reality...she'd come back to them.

It didn't matter though, no one knew where Jason was, Bruce thought bitterly as he walked into Arkham Asylum, where he'd been forced to admit his wife.