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Tim glared, his hands resting under his cloak once more. Bruce wouldn't fall for the same tactic once more, chances are, he had polarized his lenses by now. . Throwing birds, pellets, anything long distance would be worthless against the Batman, and Bruce was borderline meta-human in strength, so close quartered combat was nigh suicide. But, Tim had one thing that the vaunted Batman lacked, and that was his trump card. "Do you think I never looked up what you did, Bruce? That I was as stupid or as ignorant as d**k, Jason, or even Alfred? " Stepping closer, the Red Robin peeled the cowl off, his blue eyes narrowing dangerously. "I tracked down the man that killed your parents. A man by the name of Joe Chill. . He had been apprehended the day of the murder, and incarcerated. . But, after his release, he later took his own life. But, when the psyche report came back, he had a catastrophic mental break down, over absolutely nothing. . His life was coming back together, he even was on speaking terms with his ex wife. Only a man, skilled in mental torture techniques could cause a rehabilitated man like Chill to snap in that manner. " Nodding slightly, Tim stared defiantly at the Batman, stepping to stand directly before him. " Joe Chill had hurt only one man, Bruce. You. And you have the skills. I saw you use them. So, why don't you take a moment, and think back, before all of this, to the man you used to be. The man all those years ago, filled with hatred and rage. Do you honestly think, that you have the right to pass judgement, after all you've done, and failed to do?" Turning from his mentor, the Red Robin started walking off, casting him a sideways glance. "I have already put you into checkmate, Bruce. I have nothing you can take from me, because I have already liquidated my assets, and laundered them through a process of banks, and funds. Just because your name is on the door, doesn't mean that I am not capable of running the corporation. You're going to have to buy all the shares I possess, and I own 85% of them. " He raised his cowl, then pulled a small remote out of his bandolier. " Welcome home, Bruce. I'm so very grateful that I dedicated nearly three years to bring you back." Depressing the small device, the Red Bird uncloaked before the vigilante.

Stephanie. . The blonde woman he had failed, who he had loved more than his own life itself. Turning, the black cowled teen frowned and shook his head. "She'd hate me, and for good reason. Bruce. This isn't the right way, even now, I still know that, deep down inside. But, it's the only way left to something like me. Bruce, I don't want you to die, not again. . I don't want to bury you, d**k, or even Jason. .Damian's dead, Bruce. This life is a dead end, unless we change to adapt. And I can't ask anyone to do this, but I am doing it for the rest of you all. I won't run from my punishment. But, I need you to understand, that I won't bury my family again. If I lose everyone I love from this to keep them alive? I'll accept it. You're a good man, Bruce, one day, I hope you can give yourself the chance to live again."