Bruce finds Selina standing in Jeremiah's hospital room. His entire body is all bandaged, hooked up to machines. If it weren't for the monitors beeping, he'd think he was dead, something he knows that Selina is struggling with. He knows that if he had died when falling in that vat of chemicals, it would have put to rest all the terror he created for the both of them.
Turning back to Selina, he can see she's breathing hard, her eyes wide as she stares at Jeremiah. She's scared, her hands balled into fists at her side. She still has nightmares about the night Jeremiah shot her. He knows that she's fighting herself from surging forward and pulling all the tubes and medication that is keeping his body alive. That although his heart was still beating, and he was declared brain dead, they would both sigh in relief at hearing him flatline.
Bruce steps in front of her, shielding her view of Jeremiah, and tries to comfort her, pulling her close. Tilting her chin up, he whispers to her, "He can't hurt you anymore."
Selina sags against him in visible relief, tears leaking out the corners of her eyes as she closes them. Bruce cups her face and wipes them away gently with his thumbs.
"I will always be here for you, whenever you need me," He tells her, echoing her words.
Selina lets out a sob but nods in understanding and he pulls her into his arms, one hand cupping the back of her head. They hold on tightly to each other as they listen to the beeping of the machines, hoping that Bruce is right, that Jeremiah can't ever hurt either of them again.