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Shit… way to go, Sara. Nice job. An instant wave of remorse washed over her, beginning from the pit of her stomach before gradually coursing throughout her body. She honestly didn’t know what to expect, but she certainly didn’t anticipate this. Bruce seemed… normal enough - save for his upbringing and wealth. Although she may not have known the details regarding his parent’s deaths (nor would she ask), she could sympathize. Her own father had been killed whilst on the job, cut down by a man who claimed he loved her. She had the chance to exact her revenge, many times in fact… however, her father wouldn’t have wanted that. So, she opted to arrest him instead. Ian would never see the light of day, not in this lifetime - she made certain of it.

"Losing one’s parents, losing anyone for that matter… it leaves a void, a permanent scar upon those they left behind. However, you were able to channel that pain into something productive, something good. You continued their legacy. Although I cannot speak on their behalf, I’m sure they would be proud of you as well." They both suffered a traumatic loss, and yet… they chose to pave their own path and not allow their despair to consume them entirely. 

   What Bruce neglects to mention, for various reasons, was what    he had done to Joe Chill during the dawn of Batman ‒ when    rumours and myths of the caped crusader's existence was unveiled,    when criminals and unjust alike concealed their former, brazen    selves from the night, Bruce would seek out Joe, now an old man,    plagued with regret that an abundance of time could not heal. As    Batman, he saw that regret and infected it some more, by openly    revealing himself to the ex-criminal, giving him the very gun used    to kill his parents no less. Suffice to say, Joe Chill would be in the    newspapers once more, but it would read of his own demise.

                  But enough of those thoughts...

   Another sip would render his orange juice naught, whereupon a    small gulp followed and he jests by saying, “I know they would    disapprove of my living habit sometimes, especially the whole    socializing bit, I give my butler Alfred enough grief with some    of my... nightly routines, but nothing too risky.”

❛ assuming you worry at all. ❜

    “As the boys put it ‒ I brood, Alfred worries.”

   Bruce could never do justice on how thankful he was to have two    fathers in his life time, despite the many tribulations Alfred would    have to endure, which only seem to have elevated with everyone    welcomed into the family. But alas, if you were to ask this golden    boy of Gotham who the strongest member of his family is, the    answer would always be Alfred.

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