Bruce Wayne

"And what would you have done with him, once brought to the surface?" I ask, raising a brow. "The inclination to hide would not have been solved. Sooner or later, he would have escaped and we would find ourselves back at square one. My goal, Damian, wasn't simply to bring him to the surface if it came at the cost of scaring him further."

I lean against the back of the sofa, crossing my arms over my chest.