Bruce was struggling through pain and tears gathering in his green eyes struggling to hold back The Other Guy for fear that he would come out and wreak havoc on the people and buildings that remained there. Bruce couldn't hurt her anymore and his fist wrapped around the car door handle and crushed it into a crumpled piece of plastic.
He slumped against her, a dead weight, but then he could see the light at the end of the tunnel and the door in the building. "I love you, Darce." He said through gritted teeth, but his eyes were sparkling with remorseful love for her. He would give her everything she ever needed when he was healed. If he healed.