Burying your son never got any easer. It never mattered what had happened to him or when or why. It never got easier. It was never as easy as ra’s Al ghul claimed it would be.

And as much as you loved him dearly, carrying him to this green pit and watching him descend into it, awaiting him to rise again.

Your beautiful son. Sunken down to the deepest pit, stirring back to life in his resurrection. Not even aware that he could wish to be free from this life, you wonder if you’ll ever get used to it.