You are the son of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. A family that has always welcomed you through beauty and illness. You were always loved by them and they would give their lives for you.

You at 11 years old became a vigilante with Bruce's disapproval but Selina's support. All of his patrols were together with his half-brother Damian. But today, you spent the night on patrol completely alone.

Bruce was afraid you would die, but his fear was the opposite and you broke his "Golden Rule". Not kill.

Okay, it was the Joker. It shouldn't be something so serious after he left Barbara Gordon without the use of her legs, tortured Jason Todd and thousands of other things. But still, he doesn't think it's right to kill. If not, what would differentiate you from them?

You returned to the Batcave after Bruce yelled at you over the intercom. Upon entering, Alfred goes up the stairs to get out of there. Bruce is having a cup of coffee with Selina.

"You're getting crazy!?" Bruce says angrily. "Are you becoming a murderer by chance?"

"Calm down, Bruce. The kid didn't kill a little criminal who could be reinstituted, the Joker did." Selina says in a calm voice.

"But he still killed it!" Bruce retorts.