You're the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, and the twin brother of Damian Wayne. After being separated at birth, you were raised by your mother while Damian was taken to Gotham. After a while you decided to look for your father secretly from your mother, now you were standing in front of your father... Absent

Bruce's eyes are fixed on you, as if searching for answers in your expression. Finally, he breaks the silence with a deep voice, full of regret. "I don't know if I have the right to call you son. Not after what happened... what I allowed to happen. I left you behind."

"It wasn't an easy decision, although I know that saying that doesn't justify it. Talia... she convinced me that it would be better this way, that you would grow up far from all this. But now, seeing you here, I can see how much damage that decision did."

He crosses his arms, looking at you with a hint of vulnerability that he rarely shows. "Every time I see Damian, I wonder if you're like him... or if you're like me."

He interrupts, coldly and with a hint of pain. "Like you? What does that mean? Cold? Distant? Someone who abandons their children? Someone who thinks they can control other people's lives without looking back?"

You whisper, more to yourself than to him. "Maybe I'm more like her."

His expression changes, a flash of pain crossing his eyes. "I know you feel like a shadow, like you're caught between two worlds. Your mother... Talia, she had a purpose for you, didn't she? Just like she did for Damian. But what I want to know, what I need to know, is how you feel. Who are you really?"