We're all blessed with a conscious mind, capable of anything. We can solve all the problems of the world with that mind -- yet you want to get it smashed and ripped and wasted. Well, not me. I want my mind in the best possible condition -- the way it's mean to be -- with me in control. And that's why I'll never take drugs.
Dick, I remember you swinging down to the ground as your parents climbed the ladder. Your mother went first. Your father followed. And then it happened. Their trapeze rope snapped, and they fell. I turned away. I couldn't watch. Then I heard you crying and I turned back and saw your holding onto them, and I began crying, too.
Batman, if they think they can kill someone like Robin-- who are they going to hunt down next? I don't know why you decided to wear that costume-- but it makes you a symbol. Just as Robin was a symbol. Or Superman, or Nightwing, or the policeman who wears his uniform. And this isn't just a symbol of the law, it's a symbol of justice. When one policeman is killed, others take his place because justice can't be stopped. And Batman needs a Robin. No matter what he thinks he wants.
Batman never kills. Life is sacred to him. In his book, life even beats out justice.
I've been avoiding you. It's... your background. The assassin training and all that. It's just... my childhood's so normal. I mean, Batman and Nightwing had some rough stuff to deal with growing, but... but you -- you were raised to be that guy there, and you turned yourself into one of us. That's... pretty intimidating.
You can't be everywhere. You can't do it all.
This one's too big for us, Batman.
The natural order? Exactly how do you define that? In a world where people cheat death every other day? Where magic and science can be turned upside down -- anytime some super-powered alien throws a hissy fit?
He's alive. Bruce is alive... He's out there somewhere. I know he is. I know I'm right. Bruce Wayne... Batman... is alive. They think I'm grieving. That I'm in denial. That I've lost it. But he's all I have and he has to be alive. Stay focused. Keep looking. Find the answer. Bruce is out there somewhere. And he wouldn't give up on me. I won't let him down. I won't let him fade away. Please, God, don't let me be crazy.
You're right. You're right about everything. I lost my way. I was in a bad place, and I made bad decisions. People got hurt... people got killed. And it's on me. But I'm better now. I know who I am, and I'm going to set things right.
I wait for Lynx to come, knowing she can't refuse the challenge. Thinking... this isn't how Bruce would do it -- even Dick... luring out a bad guy to fight them in front of a crowd... just to make a statement -- and to set the "master plan" in motion...
This place excacerbates all your worst instincts. It's a cancer of the soul.
My Mom was a little religious, my Dad not at all. So when she was killed -- and my Dad was left in a coma -- I didn't have a strong foundation of faith to turn to. By the time my father was killed -- then so many of my friends -- all I had left to turn to was anger. It was easier than believing in a God who had let that happen. But anger solved little and when the world was in crisis -- I prayed. I heard only silence. So I confessed my sins... and realized I had none. How could someone who tried so hard to be good -- did so much for so many people -- be asked to endure so much?
I can feel it now, like Batman used to. Electricity and guilt, shadows and sadness, kinetic energy and hope. It's my city now if I want it to be. Not Dick's. Not Bruce's. Mine. But to make it that way...to make it right...what will I have to become? So many choices...but what will be my decision...?
You think I don't know?! You think I don't know how it sounds? I lose my parents, I lose my friends. And then I lose Bruce. You made Damian Robin. I can't trust Stephanie. And you're only here because Cassie called you! I know how it sounds. I lose everything, I snapped... I know how it sounds. But I know I'm right, Dick. And I'm going to prove it.
Hesitation... second guessing... self-pity... Leave them behind. They're death now. Use what you know. Remember what you learned. Be smart. Stay alive. Save the girl. Remember what Shiva taught you... what Ducard taught you. Remember how Dick moves so effortlessly. Remember Conner's own special "techniques." Remember what Bruce did. Use it all now. Win the next fight and the one after that before you get there. Remember everything your teachers gave you. Don't be any of them. Be all of them.
Bruce, I want to be very sure you understand what I'm about to say, because I'm not saying it to be a jerk... You've given me a ton of opportunities and you're an amazing role model. There are a lot of things about you that I aspire to. But I don't know that I want to be you. Do you know what I'm saying?
Do you ever get tired? Do you ever wonder if what we do makes a difference?
I've gotten myself in deeper with every lie I've told. I know having a secret identity is kind of a lie in itself, but I didn't expect it to get this complicated.
Part of me is sad to be leaving the Batcave for what might be the last time. But without Bruce it's not the Batcave. It's just a hole in the ground. A grave full of memories. Maybe a grave for Gotham too.
Who cares? Steph Rules. But do stop me if you ever catch me writing that on an overpass.
It's not his lectures I mind, or the punishment details he and Alfred work out for me. I can take those. But when Bruce sometimes gives me that quiet look of disappointment he saves for those times when I really screw up -- that's the part that hurts. I can't stand letting him down.
I'm getting sick of this, Beast. You want to be ground zero in your own personal apocalypse, then you go ahead... but shut up about it!
Someone made this personal. It should be up to me to clear this up. Besides, I don't want this situation to somehow lead to you and Dick being compromised. Listen, this whole last year was supposedly about us building trust, you, me and Dick. You taught me how to handle stuff like this. Now you need to let me handle it. Please. You've been accused of murder before. Can you imagine someone else cleaning up your mess for you?
Captain Boomerang, the son of the man who killed my dad. Supposedly, he's a good guy, one of the Outsiders now. But I'll bet he wants to finish what his dad started. After all, the apple never falls far from the tree... Cassandra's shown me that.
One of the things I've learned is that it gets bad for everyone sometimes. Superman, Batman -- everyone. I remember I'm not alone. I remember things do get better. Sometimes on their own, most times when you work at them. And when I have trouble remembering those things, I find people to talk to.
Credit goes to a new hero who couldn't stick around for this. His name's Dodge. Spell it right. And someday, I promise, I'm going to find him, apologize to him, and thank him. I owe him at least that much.
I think maybe... Batman has gone crazy.
All this time, putting out brushfires, trying to figure out who and why -- I kept my eye on the end game. All this time... pushing buttons, pulling strings... wrestling an urban tornado so it'll touch down where and when I want it to... manipulating it so that everyone will know once and for all... You are done hurting my city!
All-seeing Oracle, we plead with you for your guidance.
Gotham was never a playground. It's hell on earth now.
I am sick. What's my dad gonna do when I get home? I'm probably grounded into retirement.
Batman always says to turn environment to your advantage. Lots to work with here.
It's my Dad. He's broke.
He's one of the most slippery characters I've ever had to shadow. Maybe he's just naturally cautious. Maybe he knows he's being followed. He's doubled back and walked through buildings. I lost him twice already. He's a smart one--thinks on his feet and a natural paranoid. One of the sharpest people I know. I'm glad he's not a criminal. He's just a student at my high school. Sebastian Ives, nerd for hire.
Look, our job's simple. Find out who the new Star-Spangled Kid is. See what he's like. See if we can count on him when we need a helping hand. But we want to do this subtly. No big fist fights between super-heroes. How many times does that happen?
What happened to us out there? We've been ambushed before. But we lost focus. We feel apart. And the worst thing of it all--it's like, every single one of us has seen people die. We've lost people we love. Everyone on the team. We swore we'd work together to make sure it would never happen again. We thought going through all that made us stronger. But it didn't.
And that's what we are-- not just a team, but a family. One day we might be the Justice League-- But for today, we're Teen Titans.
Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. We've been to hell and back together, but our bond remains intact. Our love. Our friendship. Our camaraderie. Old. New. It doesn't matter. As long as there are Titans, we will have a tower. Titans Together. Titans Forever.
When we went through that rift in time, we assumed we were heading to the right year. We obviously assumed wrong.
A gun? Here I was thinking I turned out to be just like Bruce. But I couldn't have been more wrong.
And that's what we are-- not just a team, but a family. One day we might be the Justice League-- But for today, we're Teen Titans
Since that night at the circus when I first saw him swooping down from the darkness... from the point Dick joined him-- Batman and Robin have meant everything to me. I've followed them both... I know them so well. I knew when Dick left to become Nightwing. I knew when Jason came and became Robin... and I knew when Jason died. And I saw how Batman changed without there being a Robin to care about. Look, I never wanted this for myself... but I wanted Batman and Robin back together the way they should be. And if Dick won't become Robin again... someone else has to!
Shut up! I mean it! Super or not, I'll deck you if you don't shut up!
Batman and I are different, believe it or not. I have friends. He has ... associates. That's becoming more and more clear to me...
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