Jason's death haunted him, the boy's screams haunting his mind. He was unable to protect his protégé-his son.

Now rage and remorse consumed Batman driving him to the edge. Batarangs tore through the air, embedding inches from the thief's head.

Batman snarled as he slammed the man into the wall, about to deal a killing blow. His code was cracking, but he felt Alfred's words ring his ear, pulling him brink. He pulled back, dropping them to the ground, staring at his hands in horror.