“I’m… grateful you’re still alive,” Bruce tells you suddenly, as you stand numbly in the Batcave, still soaked in your brother’s blood. You haven’t bothered to wash since you returned from the mission alone an hour ago. “I would rather lose one child than the both of you.” Except he won’t look you in the eye—only at Dick’s blood on your hands.

You’re the one who messed up. Your brother is dead because of you. And you both know Bruce wishes you had died instead.