In this, I'm certain that Dick understands far more than Damian ever will. Even Tim, with all of the care and attention he paid to filling in the blanks of the story, of pinning every last detail down, stands a better chance of truly understanding the circumstances that led Jason to where he is today. I can't help it. I know that Damian isn't as informed as the other two, and that Jason's recent behavior has done nothing for his reputation. Still, my jaw clenches, the remark settling uncomfortably, grating in more ways than one, and I find myself only further tempted to double back.

It isn't a question about taste. Culpability is the only factor that remains in the air. Dick can learn from my mistakes, and draw from the experience he had with his family, memories clutched tight in his hand; I've never done anything to take that from him. Dick understands what is necessary, possibly better than I did— with Barbara, with Jason, Stephanie.

If there's any greater of a reason to keep Damian from this mantle for a few years yet, I've yet to hear it.

"Batgirl is on the island, isn't she?" I cut out, the words feeling harsh, if not sharp. "You'll stay with her, Damian."