It was a wonder that he was able to sleep that night. A wonder that, for once, his nightmares hadn't plagued him with their presence. Bruce had been having troubled nights recently, reliving unwillingly the peak moments of his life that had also been the ones he feared the most. He had tried to forget about them until the dreams started.
The horrid scene of himself falling into the well and screeching bats exploding from the crevice and tearing him.
The pain and loss of having to witness the death of his parents, father staring down at a red splotch on the snowy white shirt that spread outward from a small black hole. Bloody pearls spilling past Bruce's face and clattering lightly on the pavement. The mental struggle of having to move on, really not permitting him to mourn.
Counting on his anger, as time permitted no personal time to mourn, cry, or at least let out his emotion.
Though through his inner turmoil forever and always was her. She stood out among his darkness, like a beacon of hope spreading her light so as only Bruce could see. Warming and bringing him comfort. Giving him faith when he had none. Lending him strength when he was spent. Building his confidence when it had been worn out. His listener for his unsolved problems.
A treasure not to be lost. And one, of all the people he knew, who understood him the best and could help him with anything. Could was away his worries with soothing words, calming breaths, warm caress. Was it she then? She who stopped his nightmares and gave him peace? She who took away his fears and left him serene and with clear mind?
She indeed was his line of sanity. Never once faulting as his one solid source of strength in his hazed and difficult world. She who kept him from insanity of the loss of a loved ones, who stood by his decisions, urging him on, keeping him humble. What did he do to deserve such a gift? Such a blessing? Whatever it had been Bruce was eternally grateful.
My heart, my soul. My hope, my life… I love you….
By more than love our souls are boundOur heart's chords together are wound
The deepest bonds will never break
Though we, our bodies, will forsake
In Earth's circles we will not stay
We will meet again some day
Once more we'll walk in bliss and ease
Laughter echoing through the trees…