Because you proved here that you aren't just their sons... You are our Super Sons.
Noting that he was the undefeated champion in however many weight classes. A master of every known form of martial combat. Universally acknowledged as the greatest fighter in the history of his or indeed any sport. He easily dismissed any challenger all while shouting that only one man was worthy of his talent. Only one man might give him a few seconds of fun.
You've heard many stories about the boy I raised. Bruce Wayne. The boy who would become Batman. There are almost too many to count. This one takes place in my hometown, London. And it's different from the rest. Of course, it starts the way the others do. The angry young man, far from Wayne Manor. Lost. And like the others, it's a mystery--a detective story about the distance between the boy he was then...and the man he is today.
Pirate Stories-why did I love them as a boy? Because at heart they're about children who rebel against their parents to create new lives for themselves. They're stories of defiance. But the trick is, when you look at them as a parent, you see, they're actually written as cautionary tales. The child comes home in the end, just before doom strikes the ship. But in this tale, Bruce, the one I've helped make for you, Batman...I worry it has gone on too long...that I've kept it going with you long past it's natural end. That's what I was screaming about when you were on the wrecked submarine. Not the ways you've failed me but the ways I may have failed you.
Earlier, I told you about my love of pirate stories. Of my favorite moments in those tales. The instant the young adventurer leaves home, sets sail on the dark ship and finds his new father. Now I will tell you about my least favorite. The moment--one that arrives in all of these stories--when that new mentor proves himself to be darker than he seemed. A moment when the young adventurer see the danger in his new captain. Sees the maelstrom coming...and comes to his senses.
Pirate stories...they were unequivocally my favorite kind of fiction when I was young. I chased down every one I could find. read them over and over until the pages fell beneath my fingers. Admittedly, my favorite part was often the final battle. It was the moment I waited for when I was a boy...the fight between the hero and the dark captain along the rigging, high in the air. The duel to the death, that clash when it came down to swords and secrets and lots and lots...of blood.
When you're young, that's how you know Two-Face. For his louder exploits. But the key to understanding him is that he's two minds trapped in one body. When he's Harvey, he's a truly good soul. When he's Two-Face, he revels in human darkness.
I'm more of an asset than you think, my good man. I can lead us out of here.
Yes, but this is Gotham, sir. And she does not know it. She doesn't know the way it sneaks up on you. Catches you off guard, even when you think you're in control. I have watched this place - this life - take the people I care about and grind them down. And I do not want my daughter to be one of them.
It's the thing Bruce knew to be true about Batman, more than anything else. The thing we all know, deep down, but don't like to admit... that the story of Batman is, and always will be, a tragedy. Bruce would never have let it be anything else.
That man you saw tonight is the boy that none of us saved. Who Bruce would have been. Who he was meant to be. The city gave him back. This is his reward. This is his afterlife. This is the real Bruce Wayne.
Trust me, Master Bruce, if I thought I was encouraging you to disappear for over a decade and train around the world, I definitely would have found a different tactic.
You're fallible and no longer immortal -- like a small part inside of the young boy that Talia didn't destroy still believes himself to be. As you unfortunately know better than most, Bruce, each of us has a day when we realize for the first time that nothing lasts forever.
Wintergreen -- our benefactors began as boys with the best of intentions -- and now seem ready to lose the plot. Two men with the power to destroy the planet. Perhaps we owe it to the world... to save them.
May I also remind you for the millionth time that your responsibilities do not end when the sun rises?
Sir, might I ask a question? What do you gain from ripping open these old wounds? Are you worried there's a kernel of truth to what he's saying? That perhaps this city would be safer without a Batman? Or is all of this about Master Timothy?
You -- You said you believed Caldwell is The Wrath. I'm afraid I can confirm your suspiciouns. You also said you know he's ready for a fight. I'm afraid that isn't entirely correct. He's not just ready for a fight... He's readying himself for a war.
My point, sir, was that back then you had a choice. I accept that now you feel you don't. Despite everything that's happened... you still do. I'll always be here to remind you of that. Merry Christmas, Master Bruce.
You see, Master Richard, we are not liars... we are performers.
Hnn. At least when Master Richard snuck out, he had the decency to construct a pillow dummy.
You immense yourself in the dead, Master Bruce. And you come back each time a little less alive. The only thing your grave is missing is a date.
So wake up, my boy. Tell this city who you are.
With all due respect, sir... you do. We both know Jason, his anger. But we also know his adoration of you. Not the how of it. But you and I know what he's thinking. He idolized you, Master Bruce... and you let him down. We let him down.
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