Different Worlds? / Batman x Reader (Under Editing)

Letting Go.

It has been a month since the accident. He had been in a coma and it was eating me up inside. This was all my fault. I was being a child, a selfish child, who didn't want to listen to anyone. I should have listened to Bruce but now its too late. Dr. Tompkins said he was going to be fine, his brain swelling was going down and he was eventually going to wake up but she didn't know if he was going to come back as our Bruce or if the amnesia was still going to be there when he did wake up.

It has been a month of me taking care of Bruce in the medical wing of the batcave. I have bathed him, changed him and administered his medicines. I have been trimming his beard and nails. I have been combing his beautiful soft hair and tending to his superficial wounds. Also, I haven't been sleeping. I spend all night with him, trying to see when he is going to wake up, I then change in the room, have breakfast and head to work. The only person I trust to take care of him while i'm away is Alfred, but as soon as i'm done. I'm back next to him, always staring at his beautiful face and longing to see those incredibly warm brown eyes that I loved.

I have realized that I was in fact still very in love with him. I realized I threw it all away in my search for revenge and god knows what the hell I was thinking about. Meanwhile, Im making my best effort to get things right again, because if he does wake up anytime soon with his memories or not. I want him to see the real me not the awful person I was becoming.

As well, I have taken charge of the team. I have been out multiple nights looking for those two men, and I have been defending the weak and keeping Gotham safe with the help of Robin, Nightwing and Oracle. It was hard explaining to the team what had happened, and mostly explaining to them that it was my fault that we got into that fight and it was my fault Bruce had to intervene between me and the two men. Tim and Barbara were understanding and helpful but Dick on the other hand wasn't as supportive. He is upset at me and blames me for what happened to Bruce but he's not wrong. It was my fault.

   "Miss.Musk, you need some rest, its not healthy for you to stay up all night and then going to work early morning without an ounce of sleep. I will takeover for you tonight and I called your assistant and told her you are ill so they don't expect you at work for at least 2 days Alfred said handing me my dinner.

"You're an angel Alfred, truly. I only trust you taking care of Bruce, so really thank you."

" I know you do. I'm just glad we have you back."

I walked back to Bruce's room where I had been sleeping when I did get to have some rest. Before going to bed, I decided to walk by the boys room and say goodnight and just give them a small checkup. I feel that I have taken on this role of being a guardian/mother and keeping an eye on them since Bruce can't.

"Hey Tim, how's it going." I said peeking from the small opening in the door.

"Come in, im good. How have you been doing? Y/N you really need some rest."

"Im on my way to bed right now. So don't worry about me. How's school going? You're a senior this year right? We having a big party?" I said trying to sound as mom like as possible. After all I was 27 and that was old for a 17 year old.

"Good, I have been having a lot of homework but nothing I can't handle. Hopefully Bruce will be back for my graduation."

"I really hope so too." I said trying to keep myself from crying.

"Well I'll let you finish up, don't stay up till too late. Goodnight" I said giving him a hug.

I was still debating whether I should go into Dicks room or not, afterall I think he hates me after what happened to Bruce, but his door was on the way to Bruce's bedroom so I guess I will.