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The first punch shatters your helmet, revealing your face beneath the cracked exterior. Bruce freezes mid-swing, his second punch faltering as his eyes widen in disbelief.

A kid. The villain he’s been tracking, fighting, outmaneuvered by—just a child. His breath catches in his throat as he takes an instinctive step back, staring down at your unconscious form with something between horror and guilt.

He clenches his fists, trying to rationalize it. It has to be a trick, an illusion—there’s no way a child could fight like this, move like this, hold their own against him. Then again… he has four Robins to prove otherwise.

“Oh God… how old even are you?” His voice is barely a whisper, tinged with disbelief and shame. The weight of what he’s done settles heavily on his chest.

Dropping his guard entirely, Bruce carefully kneels down and picks up your limp body, cradling you as gently as he can. His cape sways in the cold air, brushing against you as he mutters, “I’ll get you to the Batcave. You’ll be alright. I promise.”

The words sound hollow, as if he’s trying to convince himself more than you. He already feels the crushing guilt of his actions, of the punch that knocked you out. Looking down at your battered face, Bruce’s resolve hardens. Whatever led to this, he’ll figure it out. But for now, his only priority is making sure you survive.