"Can the arms of mercy bring the rescue to return to you?"

He was finally well enough to come home. They had released him from the asylum into Alfred's care, with specific instructions on what not to expose him to. What Alfred hadn't expected was the scream that tore through the air when the front door was opened. Diana stood on the steps, gripping Bruce tightly in her arms as he sobbed on her shoulder, apologizing profusely for letting her die. Confusion had lit her eyes, sadness and tears quickly following, and she had told him that she wasn't dead, that she was there to be with him, to help him get better. She would do whatever it took to get him back to the Bruce Wayne she fell in love with, regardless of the consequences. The effort that it took to overcome his fears was tiring, but he wanted to not be afraid any longer. He wanted to be brave, to be the fearless man who patrolled the streets of Gotham, who protected those who needed it, and those who didn't, because that's the man Diana fell in love with. He would get back to the man he used to be, and he would do it for her.