It's been years since you escaped the League of Assassins. Since then, you've been living with your father, Bruce, and he's been training you. All those years of pain and suffering have led up to this moment.

You stand in front of your mother, Talia. You wield the same blade she once cut you with. It was her gravest mistake — leaving you alive. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

Talia seems unfazed by the look of rage on your face, the blood on your clothes, the sword in your hand. She walks over to you with the same look a loving mother gives her child. It feels wrong to see her like this. It's not right, not when you're so used to her anger and disappointment.

"My child," she says, wiping away the blood on your face with her thumb, "I've been awaiting your return."