A/N: I decided to add a second chapter as a sort of insight to the other characters including Bruce, Dick & Alfred.

1:30AM | Wayne Mansion | Everyone Else's Point of View

In the middle of the night during a rain storm a cab pulls up just outside of the gates to the entrance of Wayne Mansion to drop someone off. The car comes to a screeching halt as the passenger pays the driver then exits the vehicle. Alfred watches through the window in the sitting room as dry lighting flashes across the sky outlining a male figure heading through the gates and up the path to the entrance. To Alfred's knowledge Bruce isn't expecting any company at this hour. He would double check by asking to make sure, but Bruce had already gone out for the evening. As a precautionary measure Alfred arms himself. He grabs the fire poker from the fire place, but he puts it back deciding to go with the shovel instead to defend himself against the potential intruder. Alfred paces himself while reaching for the door knob; his heart racing all the while. He slowly opens the door while raising the shovel with his other hand ready to render the intruder unconscious. Swinging with all of his might, Alfred attempts to hit the intruder. The intruder narrowly misses being hit by jumping out of the way in the knick of time.

"WHOA! Hey Alfred It's me! Dick!"

"Master Grayson?!"

Alfred feels relieved that it isn't an intruder, and drops the shovel as it falls with a loud metal clanking sound on the hard marble floor. "You gave me quite a fright. I thought you were an intruder. Please, come inside before you catch your death. You're soaked to the bone."

Dick's t-shirt and jeans were drenched through and through sticking to him. He slicks back his wet hair before coming inside. He looks around noting that nothing had changed in his long absence. Bruce wasn't a man you said, "No" to so when he summoned Dick back to Gotham City he didn't refuse. Dick stands in front of the fire place rubbing his hands together for warmth. Alfred picks up the shovel placing it back where it belongs then joins Dick in the sitting room. He clears his throat to make his presence known expressing his displeasure that Dick has tracked mud onto the carpet. Dick looks behind Alfred noticing the muddy foot prints.

"Sorry."

"Apology accepted."

"So you were going to defend yourself with a shovel?" asked Dick while raising an eyebrow

"You should consider yourself lucky," says Alfred.

"How so?"

"I originally went with the fire poker. But I thought that would be too barbaric."

Dick slips off his shoes handing them to Alfred who places them by the front door. Sometime later Alfred rejoins Dick in the sitting room offering him some tea. Dick politely declines while snuggling under a blanket that was draped across the back of the couch.

"Don't you want to get out of those soaking wet clothes?" asks Alfred

"Sure I do, but I don't have anything else here."

"Oh, balderdash," says Alfred, "I'm sure Master Wayne has something that will fit you."

"Where is he?" asks Dick

"Out."

"Out? What has Bruce Wayne got a hot date?"

"No. He's patrolling" replies Alfred

"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?" asked Dick

"On the contrary, I'm sure if you're here it's not without good reason," says Alfred.

The clock above the fire place strikes two. Dick lets out a yawn while stretching, "You know what? I'm pretty tired I think I'll just turn in for the night."

7:30AM | Wayne Mansion | Everyone Else's Point of View

The next morning Dick had forgotten where he was as his eyes had not yet adjusted from sleep. He rolled over from his stomach to his back then sat up in bed to take in his surroundings. An armchair that sat in one of the corners caught Dick's eye. He saw the pile of clean clothes that occupied the chair knowing it was the butler's doing. 'Thanks Alfred.'

Aware he still wanted to wash up, Alfred left Dick a towel in the bathroom, too. Dick showered, watching as all of the dirt and grim rinsed down the drain in a grey swirl. He shut off the water wrapped the towel around himself then heard an alarm go off. Dick presses his ear against the bathroom door to listen just to be sure.

'Bruce didn't tell me that Barbara was staying here too. Leave it to him to keep things to himself.' Dick races to cover his tracks so she won't know he's here too. He trades the wet bathmat for a dry one, takes his towel with him, and darts back across the hallway narrowly escaping an awkward run-in with Barbara.

Bruce makes his way upstairs to the second floor lost in his own train of thought. 'I wonder of Dick made it in last night or not.' Despite his training and discipline of only needing a few hours of sleep each night a small yawn still escapes from him. 'I would never have bothered inquiring his help if I didn't think I could handle this particular case alone.' He rounds the corner of the stairwell continuing on his way. 'I hope my hunch on this new lead in the case is wrong, but I have a bad feeling that I'm right…'

"OOOF!"

Bruce was so lost in thought that he didn't even realize he ran into someone in the hallway. That is until the other person apologized to him.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't think to look before leaving the bathroom…"

It's Barbara. She's standing practically naked in front of Bruce who averts his eyes until he realizes she's got a towel wrapped around herself. He notices that she dropped something after colliding with him so he bends over to pick it up.

"Here." This is… What is this?" asks Bruce.

"It's my… Uh… It's called a scrunchy. Or a pony tail holder. Or hair tie…" replies Barbara.

Bruce smiles at Barbara while watching her fumble over her words of how to explain something so simple. 'God, she's so cute when she gets flustered. I shouldn't have even asked.' He knew what it was. He just wanted an excuse to chat with her a while longer. 'Poor girl. She can never tell when I'm teasing her.' Once Barbara's finished her explanation, Bruce continues on his way down the hall not bothering to turn back around to take a second glance at Barbara. He peaks his head into Dick's room, but he's not there. 'Hmmm. He must be down stairs already.' Bruce heads back down stairs.

Alfred finishes turning down the bed in Dick's room so he moves on to Barbara's room. Just as he's done making up her bed, he hears the door close. His eyes grow wide with shock like they're about the pop out of his head. In the process he runs into an end table. It's Barbara. Her towel dropped exposing her everything. Ever the gentleman ⏤ Alfred covers his eyes with both hands.

"Good heavens, Miss Gordon!"

"Alfred?!"

"Miss. I'm terribly sorry. I was just on my way out."

He fumbles around the room with his eyes still covered while feeling for the door knob. Alfred nearly trips over Barbara's towel trying to get out of the room. He feels mortified, but it's not like he can go back in there and apologize. He hears her lock the door. 'I'm so sorry.' He turns to leave hoping to put the incident behind him.

Dick is outside of the mansion in the garden talking aloud to himself. He isn't crazy. He's just rehearsing a speech he wants to give to Barbara. To him, fresh air has always helped him relax more.

"Barbara. No. Too formal," Dick starts again, "Babs. No. Too personal." He lets out an outward sigh, "Listen. We've known each other for a long time…"

He spots Barbara's bedroom window open with her climbing out of it. Hoping he hasn't been spotted he ducks behind the hedges. A grin forms on his face as Dick watches in amusement at her not-so-graceful efforts at going down the trellis. However, his expression quickly fades from amusement to concern once he realizes that she has lost her footing. Barbara is nearly halfway down when her pant leg, along with her left foot, gets tangled in the vines causing her to lose her footing. He races over knowing she's going to fall. Thankfully he was there to catch her in the knick of time.

"You should leave the acrobatics to me," says Dick smiling while holding Barbara.

Barbara's eyes lock with Dicks as she lays in his arms unable to speak.

"You can, uh, put me down now" says Barbara.

"Yes," Dick nervously clears his throat," Of course."

Dick turns to walk away, but Barbara calls after him, "Wait! I wanted to thank you."

He walks back towards Barbara. Dick has an amused look on his face as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. "What were you doing sneaking out of the window anyway Babs?"

'Whoops. I've been practicing my speech too long. I wasn't suppose to call her that. Then again, look at the way she lights up when I call her that. She still has the hots for me.'

"That's a fair question," says Barbara, "I⏤uh, I…" Barbara steps towards Dick putting weight on her left ankle, which hurts like hell causing her to grimace in pain. "OW!"

This snaps Dick out of his loving day dream as he watches her expression turn from loving to pain, "Easy? Are you all right?"

Dick offers himself for balance while assisting Barbara to a near by bench. She sits down while he kneels with her foot propped up on his knee to exam her ankle.

"May I ascertain your foot to see if you're injured?" asks Dick

Barbara nobs her head, 'Yes' as Dick unties her shoe slowly then gently removes it from her foot. He then pushes up the pant leg of her blue jeans around her calf to get a better look at her ankle. Dick gets the idea to try something sensual…he begins to massage Barbara's foot, which he can tell feels great to her from the expression she has on her face. Until he travels to the injured area sending a shooting pain through her.

"Careful! That hurts" says Barbara

"I know. It looks like a sprain. We'd better get you inside" says Dick

"No! I mean. No" says Barbara

Dick gives Barbara a puzzled look. 'I know she can be stubborn, but of all of the times to argue she chooses now.' "Why not? If we don't get some ice for your ankle it will swell even worse."

Barbara is in no position to argue with Dick. He helps her off of the bench, hobble across the yard, and into the mansion. They make it past the threshold, to the entryway, and head straight for the dinning room. He pulls up two chairs from the dinning table; one for her to sit in and a second one for her to prop her leg on.

"Wait here Babs," Dick heads out of the dinning room. 'Crap. I need to quit calling her that. She's going to think something is up.' "I'll be right back. I have to get something."

Barbara calls after him, "What do you have to get? Where are you going? Hey! Don't leave me here!"

Dick heads into the kitchen to grab an ice block from the ice box. He wraps it up in a hand towel so it doesn't freeze his hand.

Alfred decides to head to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He has a feather duster in hand from just having dusted the book shelf in the library. He spots Barbara in the dining room, but rather than panic he remains calm. Alfred acts nonchalant while pretending to dust a bowl of wax fruit.

Bruce's stomach rumbles while sitting at the computer banks in the Bat Cave echoing through the cave walls. No thanks to his embarrassing encounter with Barbara he skipped out on breakfast. He takes his glasses off rubbing the bridge of his nose where they pinched. Getting up from his chair he heads upstairs to the kitchen in hopes that Alfred will whip him up a snack to tide him over before dinner. He makes it to the dinning room where he practically turns on his heels at the sight of Barbara until he notices that she's injured.

Dick returns with the ice pack, "Babs." 'Shoot. I've got to stop calling her that.' "I've got the…ice pack." His face falls at the realization that it's no longer just the two of them. He was hoping to get a moment alone with Barbara to tell her something in confidence.

"What happened?" asks Bruce with genuine concern in his voice.

"I literally caught her from climbing down the trellis," says Dick.

Bruce and Dick observe as Barbara's cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment as she starts to blush. Alfred has stopped pretending to dust the fruit bowl joining the huddle of guys Barbara is now surrounded by. Dick applies the pack of ice to Barbara's ankle soothing the pain.

Bruce rubs his chin asking, "What were you doing climbing out of the window?"

"She won't answer," says Dick, "I asked her the same thing earlier. What makes you think she'll answer you?"

Before Barbara can answer for herself Alfred speaks up, "Master Bruce, I'm in need of some assistance in the kitchen. Won't you please join me?"

Bruce asks , "Since when do you need help in the kitchen Alfred?"

Alfred begins to usher Bruce out of the dinning room and into the kitchen where they exchange tales of their awkward morning encounters with Barbara.

"Sir, I believe I know why Miss Gordon is acting out of sorts," begins Alfred who is interrupted by Bruce.

"Is she pregnant?" asks Bruce

Alfred's eyes grow wide at Bruce's assumption, "Good heavens, I should think not, but no…I don't think she is…that's beside the point."

Meanwhile, Barbara is left alone with Dick in the dinning room who is still drilling her for an answer of his own. Luckily, Alfred and Bruce return from their chat putting a stop to any questions Dick might have by simply telling him that it doesn't concern him. They take Barbara to the doctor just to be on the safe side where they confirm her injury is in fact just a sprain, and she is to treat it by wrapping, icing, and elevating her ankle for the next two weeks.
They were the longest two weeks of Barbara's life. She hated not being able to fight crime let alone got out on patrol. Being cooped up in bed was no fun, but little did she know it would pale in comparison to the events that had yet to happen. In three months time she'd be wishing a sprained ankle is all she had because soon she would lose the use of her legs completely.

By the time Barbara was done serving her recovery sentence, was unfortunately the same time Dick had to return to Bludhaven. As it turns out Bruce was right about the lead in the case he was following up on. In the process Dick sustained an injury of his own⏤coincidentally to his leg. He figured karma is funny that way. Bruce sent him packing dismissing him from the case.

2:15AM | Wayne Mansion | 2-Weeks Later | Everyone Else's Point of View

"Good night Master Grayson," said Alfred who was headed for the front door

"You're leaving?"

"I've been relieved of my duties."

Dick glances up at the clock over the fireplace, "Oh, I didn't realize it was that late."

"Yes well, Miss Gordon is asleep upstairs. I left her crutches near the doorway. I'm going home to get some sleep while I still can."

It was late in the evening, Bruce was away on patrol watching over the city while Alfred was dismissed for the evening. Dick was the only one there to take care of Barbara, but he'd passed out in an arm chair he pulled up by her bedside. Barbara sat up leaning over to try to reach the crutches so she could go to the bathroom, but ended up knocking them over and out of reach all together. The sound startled Dick awake.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just have to go to the bathroom," says Barbara

Dick gets up from the arm chair approaching Barbara's side of the bed. Up until that point she is under the impression he is going to retrieve the crutches for her to use. Instead Dick steps over the crutches to scoop her up in his arms carrying her to the bathroom. He sets her down on the toilet leaving the room shutting the door behind him allowing Barbara her privacy. Listening through the door Dick hears the toilet flush as Barbara finishes doing her business.

"Are you descent? Can I come in?" asks Dick with one hand on the door knob.

"Yes."

Dick enters the bathroom attempting to lift Barbara with the intention of carrying her back to bed, but she protests his actions.

"You know. You don't have to carry me," says Barbara with her hands on her hips.

"I know," replies Dick who looks down at her feet, "But you should keep your weight off of that ankle."

This time Barbara doesn't argue with Dick allowing him to carry her back to bed. It's only a short journey back to her bedroom so he decides he wants to tell Barbara what he's been meaning to for the past few weeks. As Dick lays Barbara down on the bed she releases her arms from around his neck. She pulls him down to her so his lips meet hers for a kiss. Barbara's eyes close as she cherishes the moment. 'Babs. I want to pull away, but this feels…so safe. So familiar. So right. God, I missed kissing you.' The kiss is firm yet gentle, and open mouthed but no tongue. Just then Barbara feels Dick reach for her face to deepen the kiss. Her eyes open long enough to see his close, and she shuts her eyes, too. It lasts for fifteen seconds ending as Dick inhales then exhales and pulls away to look at Barbara. There's an unspoken bond in that moment between them as everything is conveyed in that one look after their shared kiss. As sure as that look in Dick's eyes is it quickly fades turning to one Barbara has seen before. A look of uncertainty. The one Dick used every time before they officially broke up.

"I'm sorry…Babs I…" is all Dick's able to say.

Barbara is left laying there feeling like a moron expecting him to walk out of the room all together, but instead he just stands there as she looks up at him. That same look on his face. Dick rubs the back of his neck out of nervous habit. Dick begins beating himself up mentally for leading Barbara on. 'Man, why did you kiss her back? You're with someone. You were suppose to tell her weeks ago, but now you went and complicated things by kissing her. You're only going to end up hurting and confusing her some more.'

Just as Barbara is about to apologize for her actions Dick explains himself, "I…I'm with someone. I didn't know how to tell you."

Barbara's face crumples. Her heart breaks a little hearing the news.

Dick continues, "Her name is Starfire technically it's Koriand'r, but she goes by Kori for short. She's a superhero, too. I met her when I was with the Teen Titans. I actually think you'd like her."

Dick studies Barbaras face trying to gage her reaction.

Barbara musters a little smile before replying, "I'm happy for you."

Dick watches as Barbara rolls onto her side, "Babs, please don't shut me out."

He can tell she is furious with him from her tone, "Don't Babs me. You don't get to Babs me after telling me that!"

Dick can't take the sight of seeing one of his oldest friends in such pain, emotional and physical. What he does next is completely unexpected, which is crawl in bed next to Barbara. He holds her.

"No one and nothing can replace what we have," says Dick as he drapes and arm around her. He lovingly kisses her temple, "There will always be a special place for you in my heart."

Dick and Barbara lay like that for quite some time as he feels her relax from falling asleep in his arms. Once he's sure that she's asleep he carefully slides his arm out from under her so as not to wake her. He stands in the door way and whispers 'Goodbye Babs' then leaves.

7:45PM | Wayne Mansion | 1-Month Later | Everyone Else's Point of View

It's now a month after Barbara's accident, and she's bound to a wheel chair at the mercy of around the clock care provided by Alfred and Bruce. She waits until dinner that night to break the news that she no longer wants to live with them at the mansion.

Alfred comes to take Barbara's plate, "Thank you Alfred. Dinner was delicious," says Barbara.

"You're welcome," says Alfred who smiles at her.

"I'm so stuffed I don't think I could eat another bite," says Bruce patting his full stomach

"Oh. Well I guess that doesn't mean you saved any room for desert?" asks Alfred

"I don't want to live here anymore," blurts Barbara.

Bruce and Alfred turn to look at her simultaneously.

"I feel like I'm too much of a burden. It's too much of a hassle for the both of you taking care of me all of the time…" says Barbara who is cut off by Bruce.

Bruce argues, "Nonsense. You're not a burden. We don't mind taking care of you. End of discussion."

"Sir," chimes Alfred, but Barbara interrupts him with a compelling argument.

"The mansion simply isn't handicap accessible," points out Barbara, "the bedrooms⏤mine included⏤are all on the second floor."

Bruce has been carrying Barbara like a small child for the past few weeks up and down the stairs. She always pictured being carried in his arms. She just never pictured herself having to lose the use of her legs for it to have to come true. Bruce doesn't try to argue any further with Barbara. Once Alfred is done clearing the table from dinner Barbara asks him to draw her a bath.

Alfred heads upstairs to the guest bathroom to draw Barbara a bath. It's the only bathroom door large enough for her wheel chair to pass through. He heads back down stairs to have some desert. He slaved over a hot stove figuring the least he could do is enjoy the taste of his own creation. Alfred baked a pie enjoying every bite of it.

Barbara is at a loss of words as Bruce carries her up the stairs to the guest bathroom. He tests the bathwater to make sure it's not too hot. He insists on sitting in the bathroom with Barbara to ensure her safety.

Barbara turns to look at him, "I may not have the use of my legs, but that doesn't mean I can't use them to kick your butt."

"Fine" assures Bruce, "I'll be right outside of the door if you need me.

Bruce steps out of the bathroom pulling up a chair right out side of the door. He sits cross legged with his arms folded over his chest. His eyes are serious as he focuses on the bathroom door with a stare he's practiced in the mirror to intimidate bad guys. He knows that won't get Barbara to open the door, but it makes him feel that he has some control of the situation. After thirty minutes go by Bruce grows concerned.

Bruce knocks twice, "Barbara? Are you okay?"

He presses his ear to the door, but is unable to hear anything. He calls out to her a second time, but Barbara doesn't respond. He throws his entire weight up against the door. It doesn't budge. He rubs his shoulder knowing a bruise would form there later, but given the circumstance he didn't care. Bruce knocks the door down with one swift kick. He notices that Barbara is completely submerged under water.

"BARBARA!"

Bruce quickly gets over his own embarrassment from Barbara's nudity once he realizes she is drowning in the bathtub. He is but a blur to her as she forces her eyes open to watch through the water. He stands over the tub pulling Barbara up and out carrying her soaking wet, paraplegic body over to the bed.

"ALFRED! Call an ambulance," says Bruce

Alfred dials 9-1-1 and is patched through to an operator, "9-1-1 this is Laurie. What emergency services do you require."

Bruce spots a pill bottle on the sink, "No…"

The label reads ZOLPIDEM prescribed to BRUCE WAYNE by DR. LESLIE THOMPKINS. The date they were prescribed is a little after the Jason Todd tragedy. That was a difficult time for Bruce. He really did have trouble sleeping after that. Meanwhile, Barbara lay there soaking wet, nude, shivering, going in and out of consciousness, and struggling with whether or not she wanted to be saved. Bruce comes back in the room standing over Barbara.
"Barbara! Can you hear me? It's Bruce. How many pills did you take?"

He sits down next to her on the bed grabbing her by the shoulders expecting an answer. When she doesn't respond Bruce does something completely out of character. He cradles Barbara's head to his chest while crying. The ambulance arrives as paramedics rush to aid Barbara. They load her onto a gurney, cover her with a blanket, and wheel her away. Bruce insists on going with them, but Alfred stops him.

"Sir, let them do their job," said Alfred.

"LET ME GO!" screams Bruce

The paramedics drive off.

10:00AM | Wayne Mansion | Everyone Else's Point of View

Barbara is discharged from the hospital. A police escort is waiting for her. Only it's not the police it's her father. Commissioner James Gordon. She wonders why he doesn't bother lecturing her. She figures its because she's been through enough in the last 24-hours. The drive home between them is silent. The route he takes doesn't lead back to their place, but to Wayne Mansion. A sinking feeling hits Barbara as a pit forms in the bottom of her stomach. The commissioner wheels his daughter through the mansion to the dinning room where Bruce is seated at the head of the table awaiting Barbara's arrival.

"Thank you Jim," says Bruce, "I'll take it from here."

The commissioner wheels Barbara up to the table leaving her alone to talk with Bruce. Barbara sat at one end of the table while Bruce sat clear at the other end. Rather than get up Bruce purposefully stays seated that far apart or dramatic effect. He takes the pill bottle rolling it clear across the length of the table without it falling off. It stops in front of Barbara. She eyes the bottle knowing a lecture would follow so she tries to stop it by speaking first.

"Listen," she begins, "I know what I did was wrong…"

Bruce furiously slams his hands down on the table causing Barbara to jump.

"No! You knew," Bruce's voice rises with each syllable echoing throughout the walls causing Barbara to feel smaller, "You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew it was wrong, and yet to went through with it anyway. I thought you knew better? I thought that you knew of all of the decisions and choices we're forced to make that suicide is NOT one of them!"

Alfred stands in the kitchen listening to Bruce and Barbara's 'private' conversation. He couldn't help it. Bruce's commanding voice boomed through the mansion. He didn't mean to ease drop. He stood frozen. He listened as he heard Bruce get up from his seat making his way over to sit in a chair closer to Barbara's.

"I want to know why," says Bruce in a calmer tone of voice

Barbara swallows hard before answering, "Why did I do what I did?"

"No," he corrects her, "Why you didn't tell me how truly depressed you felt. Why you didn't feel like you could tell me, and why you felt you had to hide if from me."

Barbara gets defensive, "Look who's talking! Mister-stuff-all-my-emotions-deep-down into my core to the point they've started to rot. 'I don't want to feel my feelings. It's scary!' With however long you've been playing superhero it's no wonder you aren't afraid of the villains. No! You're afraid of your own feelings!"

'That can't honestly be what she thinks of me?' Bruce shoots Barbara an unamused look before taking his turn to speak again, "Yeah. I suppose you're right. It is scary feeling something for the people that you love." As he scoots out of his chair to leave the sound of it scrapping on the floor hurts Barbara's ears.

Alfred waits until Bruce is gone to make his presence known, "Don't take it so personally Miss Gordon." He pulls up the chair Bruce was sitting in next to Barbara's.

"Why not? Isn't that his intention. To make those around him feel smaller and less significant than himself" replies Barbara.

"Master Bruce has experienced more pain and trauma in a lifetime than anyone should."

Barbara averts her eyes from Alfred's, unable to look at him, she simply stares down at her lap, "Not that I would wish it on anyone, but until he loses the use of his legs I seriously doubt that."

"I assure you Miss Gordon. He may not know what it's like to lose the use or feeling in his limbs, but he has experienced the pain of loss."

"He doesn't strike me as the kind of person whose afraid of losing anything or anyone," says Barbara

"On the contrary my dear. He was afraid of losing you."

This catches Barbara's attention. She directs her eyes on Alfred and sees the sincerity and genuineness of what he is saying to her, "Really?"

"He might no know how to show it, but he does care," says Alfred.

Bruce is in the Bat Cave standing in front of the display case of super hero suits: the Batman suit, the Robin suit, and the Batgirl suit. Just then he hears the lift being operated behind him. He sees Alfred and Barbara descending on it. The lift comes to a complete stop before she unlocks the safety brake so she can wheel herself off of the wheelchair lift. Bruce turns to look away from her, but he can still see her in the reflection of the display cases.

"Oh, now you're going to ignore me?" asks Barbara adding, "When, uh, did you install that?"

Bruce responds after a long pause, "While you were in the hospital." Another moment of silence is shared between the two before he speaks again, "Do you know why I became Batman?" he asks placing his hand on the glass of the Batman suit.

"Because you lost your parents…" replies Barbara

"No."

"Why then?" asks Barbara asks Barbara as she listens intently. Hanging on to his every word.

"I lost myself," explains Bruce as he turns to look at Barbara, "Everyone thinks that two people died that night in that alley, but three people were killed. The person who shot my parents made we wish I were dead, too. For the longest time I was. Dead. Inside. It was only by becoming Batman that I was able to live⏤to feel alive again."