You, son of Jason Todd, grandson of Bruce Wayne, nephew of Dick Grayson, part of the Wayne family.

You are grateful, of course you are, but if your father was ready enough you would be more.

Coming home completely stained with blood, with weapons, in the middle of the night was what you had to endure from your father.

He never gave any explanations of where he was or who it was this time, he just said it wasn't for your age, great.

''I'm home.'' He said, opening the front door.