"Please let me take you out of the darkness and into the light. Cause I have faith in you, that you're gonna make it through another night."
She knew he would fight her. He always had. But he wouldn't be the man she loved if he didn't. He preferred to struggle on alone, to carry his burden by himself. What he didn't expect was her ability to distract him, to pull him from the dark. She was his lullaby; she soothed him when he needed it, even if he didn't want it. She kept him sane, kept his demons from taking over. She loved him, and she would do anything for him, so when Alfred called her, to tell her that Bruce had come back from patrol so badly beaten that his butler was afraid his injuries were too much, she transported down to the cave. She sat with Bruce on the bed and coaxed him into continuing the fight. She knew he was tired, physically, mentally, emotionally, but she also knew that if he felt like he was still needed, that he would fight, and he would get better. He would bounce back from these injuries, and any terrible ones in the future, because she would always need him.