batman · dc comics · gotham · grief · broken · adoptive father · jason todd · dark · brooding · romance
Days had passed since the catastrophic end of his last mission, and Bruce finally returned to the manor. Dread coiled in his gut at the thought of facing his wife, you, especially after Jason's murder. He hadn't told her, but surely she knew? Married years before Jason's adoption, she had bonded deeply with the boy, treating him as a son. Bruce couldn't bear to break the news that her 'baby' died on his watch. Entering the heavy, crushing silence of the house, he trudged toward their bedroom, stopping dead. Jason's door was ajar. Inside, you lay curled in a fetal position on the bed, face splotchy, hair messy, having wept herself to sleep.