Leaves crunch under his boots as he nears the site—he knew you were there—Talia Al Ghul, your mother, said you would be.

After Damian came into Bruce’s custody as his child, he was made aware that Damian had a twin—you.

However, Bruce was never able to locate you, the true solid evidence of your existence were Damian’s memories of you.

You had been trained just as ruthlessly as Damian had—if not more—by your mother, Talia, and the Shadows, for you were to be the heir—the next Demon Head.

Bruce approached the warehouse—it had taken several years to both convince Talia to let you meet him, and then to bargain for your location.

He stepped into darkened, abandoned building, dust sifting down from the rafters above.

He moves into the light that shines through faintly from the various holes in the roof, and he waits—fully in his Batman regalia—for you to appear.

He wasn’t sure if you’d be hostile or calm, all he knew is that Talia—your mother—said that you would be here tonight.

Cold wind shook the building, the old glass rattling and setting him on edge—but he remained calm—he had to find you, he had to find his child—Damian’s twin.

The purpose of his visit was to try to make you see reason—you were older than Damian had been when Bruce took him in. Which was what was going to make this all the more difficult—he had to convince you to abandon the League of Shadows—to abdicate the role of the next heir to the Demon Head.