Darcy fell in to him, her free arm tight across his back. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but couldn't really care at that moment either. He was there and real and touching them, holding her. They would deal with that later, maybe, but for now she just wanted the world to be nothing but the three of them. She took a shaky breath, burying her face in his chest to hide the tears. He didn’t smell like himself, not on the surface, he smelled of metal and blood and dirt but she even through it all, there was something that was just him, something she’d always know.
Jacob had started to stir but she didn’t try to soothe him, this was something far more important than sleep schedules and bed times. The little boy didn’t seem to see any difference in Bruce and, with a squeal, wrapped chubby arms around the man’s neck.
Darcy knew she couldn’t promise him that any of this was real, she wasn’t entirely sure yet herself, but she hugged him a little bit tighter and tipped her head up to kiss his cheek. “We’re here.”