He didn't know why, but this little bat.. was special. Not a useless Robin like the other one he murked. No. The little Bat; that one was something.. special. Their encounters left him feeling things he never felt before. And he wasn't about to let anyone mess that up, everyone knows, the little bat is his, don't mess with them.

So when someone hit his little bat too hard. And they went down.. no... not on his watch. Just him and his knife. Sticking it right in his throat. "You don't touch the little Bat... never. The little bat.." he hissed. As he let the man drop before he let out his wicked little laugh at that.