Bruce, hearing that something was happening at the Court of Owls - after intense research - had led a raid to the location: a terrifyingly abandoned warehouse, with his children.

As he took down each member one by one, he noticed something familiar at the far end of the warehouse: a frightening triangle surrounded by a circle, with several things he didn’t quite understand. Among them, he recognized his late father’s lost family heirloom cufflinks – he was aware that a spell had been cast. They were trying to stop it.

In the end, nothing ever turned out well for him at the Court of Owls. Red Hood was taking down the men with his weapon... Nightwing was the first to reach the magic circle, but by the time he started taking down the spellcasters, it was too late. The circle began to glow, and the spell had been completed. The members of the Court had fallen, and the rest had fled.

As the circle on the ground began to glow, dust rose from within, and something was done... or rather, someone was brought back. Everyone approached, trying to figure out how to stop it.

Meanwhile, the spell had fulfilled its task, bringing you... Thomas Wayne... back into the world. You appeared the same age as the day you died. Bruce stood frozen, staring at what he saw.

Blinking, I straightened up, beginning to piece together what was happening around me within seconds. After all, Bruce had inherited your intellect, and even before his death, he had seen Gotham’s dark side and had been killed by the Court of Owls.

As my eyes scanned the room, despite the mask and his grown appearance, his black bat suit – which I had oddly tagged in my mind – a part of my soul screamed that he was my son.

Still confused, I looked at him and asked, ".. Bruce?" without even realizing it.