The Batman

Murray hated his given name like he hated the old man that gave it to him. It's why he didn't complain when a nickname as on the nose as "Wheels" for a wheel-man started to stick. Nor did it hurt that he was good enough at his craft to earn a reputation to justify the nickname.

Deep beneath Wayne Manor, a flurry of bats emerge from the darkness. A signifier of renewed activity from the Dark Knight Detective.

"Tt."

"Hmph."

It's called brooding.

"Seclusion is necessary, from time to time."

"What do you do when that first strike fails to end the fight? What do you do when it misses anyway? This isn't a world of guarantees, Damian. You must always plan for the possibility of failure, or it may just become the outcome you face." "Now, I believe I asked for a list."

"Tt."

"Starting the list by addressing your ego, I see. Good." The elder crime fighter raised a brow as the boy hustled past. He followed him down. "Anyone who doesn't acknowledge their flaws, and constantly work to correct them, leaves themselves open to those flaws being exploited."

He frowned at the tone the boy had chosen. "It would waste time to list the many distractions you might otherwise indulge in, if left to your own devices, my son." "Instead, list for me the weaknesses /you/ think need improving in your techniques as the Robin."

"If you're awake, you can train."

The hour was late, or early depending on perspective. The Dark Knight loomed high above the Gotham streets. The False Face Society had been increasingly active in the area the last several nights, and he aimed to be in the vicinity should they decide to strike again.

The keen eyed Dark Knight Detective didn't miss the swift hands of his son as they shuffled the papers behind his tiny person. "Care to explain what you're holding back there before you're excused?"

What actual good was the Batman?

Never Again. That was the promise he'd made to his parents. To himself. And yet, how many had been murdered just this night alone? How many orphans had the city created since his own fateful night so many years ago?