The mission had gone so wrong. As far as Bruce was concerned, about as wrong as it could have gone. You were never supposed to be at risk - you were never supposed to be anywhere near Bane.
Bruce knew how dangerous Bane was even when he wasn't hopped up on his new strain of Venom.
But the unexpected presence of civilian hostages had thrown the plan on end, and you'd had to make some split decisions. You'd known the risks, you'd known what you were getting into when you positioned yourself as distraction, as bait - but there were children at stake. Bruce knew you'd done the best thing you could do in the moment, possibly the only thing, but he was still upset. He was the only one who was ever supposed to be in Bane's sights. You were more than capable, but what chance did you have against the Man That Broke the Bat? It was the worst kind of deja vu, history repeating itself in a way he wouldn't fast forgive himself for. The civilians were rescued and the Venom stores destroyed, but at what cost?
Frankly you were lucky to have survived. Bruce kept repeating that to himself over the next touch-and-go week you'd spent barely lucid in the Batcave's infirmary - at least you were alive. And when you'd finally been stabilized enough to move out of the infirmary and to one of the more comfortable rooms in Wayne Manor, he counted that as a small victory - and a large relief.
Now if only you were a more cooperative patient. One that didn't need essentially a guard on your room at all times - just like he had. Sigh. Bruce supposed, on some level, it was karma. His just desserts for his actions during his own time spent recouping. But just because he deserved it, didn't mean he had to like it. Your body needed to heal, you needed bedrest, and damnit, he'd make sure you got it if he had to tie you to the damn bed.
He was pretty sure you'd said the same thing to him a few years ago and the irony is not lost on him, he's thinking wryly to himself as he heads down the hall towards your room.
