My father is... imperfect. Distant. Uncertain. You've gnawed on the doubts he left you. But don't mistake uncertainty for lack of faith. He wanted you to surpass him. Perhaps you'll stop giving up long enough to attempt it? If he left Mother to us...it's because he believes we can win.
Father, I'm sure you'll be angry with me for disobeying you again but I don't care, I will not let you fight Leviathan alone. You need me and I will always be at your side. Because it will be hard for me to say these words face to face, I want you to know that Mother may have given me life, but you taught me how to live. Love and respect your son Damian
Remember who you are, you weak-willed sot! Remember me! I am Damian Wayne! I am the Robin to your Batman! We were the greatest together, Grayson! We were. But it's different now. You're...you're gone. Finding a new life. Considering having a child to replace me. I don't know what I will be...alone. I need you here, Richard.
Let me tell you a story. Once, there was a boy. A warrior of the soul, seeking the cleansing hand of redemption. His journey brought him to Edo, known now as Tokyo. He'd heard whispers of a dark force tearing the city apart. He thought himself a hero. He thought he would make things right. But these forces were darker, stronger and more vicious even than the boy had been at the peak of his unworthiness. They took the boy. Chained him in a tower. Swore to drain him of every ounce of powerful blood to fuel their conquest. They thought the boy an orphan. They didn't know he had a brother.
You're the one holding all the cards. You've got the blackmail. You're going to kill me when we're done. And I'm a hypocrite because of what my mother did to me? Well she's dead, and I'm here. What's your excuse?
You understand I'm not done with the atonement, Alfred. So much of what I did in the Year of Blood must be corrected. I went far down the path my mother laid out. I do not want to become the man she envisioned.
Father... I am truly alone. But I cannot allow your legacy to languish in the hands of unworthy pretenders. You will come back to me... I know it... and when the true Batman returns to Gotham... he will find his city as he left it. Safe. Protected. Your son will not fail you.
Tim Drake and I had our differences, but I'll admit he was a great man. Despite his best efforts, over the past few years the Teen Titans have been losers, criminals--a joke. They epitomized what's wrong with this younger generation of so-called heroes--They didn't deserve to be called a "super-team." But we could do better. There are five of us. And five fingers make a fist. Join me... I dare you.
Jackson...since you joined us in the Tower, you've been saying you're ready. Now's the time to prove it. So you've learned your father is a world-class psycho...join the club... But now you're going to keep fighting. Because that's what Titans do.
Fine. No more secrets. I had a choice. Follow in the footsteps of the world's greatest crime lord or the world's greatest detective...and I chose the Batman! Now buckle up, Teen Titans! We just got a head start in the race for our lifes...but the Demon's Fist won't stop until the hunt is finished.