The Batman became a perverted, wretched idea by the second year of his crusade. He was growing weary, tired of his crusade. He had always been extreme in his measures, he'd always left his mark and instilled his brand of fear into his enemies, but he felt like he was going too far. He had waged his war and he was winning, he'd put away whole cartels, he'd defeated every bit of insanity that the city blamed him for. The Two-Faces and the Riddlers, the Jokers and the Black Masks.
He was winning but it didn't feel like it.
What he felt were the pain in his joints, the betrayal of the only thing he had absolute control over. What he felt was alone, like he always was since that night in Crime Alley. None of the good that came of his deeds ever fell on his shoulders, and was he so selfish for feeling this way?
These feelings, paired with one tragic night off the job in a circus tent was why he allowed the idea of Robin to come to pass. Dick Grayson became his ward, the Batman taught the boy everything he knew when it came to fighting crime, he taught the boy criminology, he taught the boy how to kill and then taught the boy never to kill, he shaped him.
It started with Dick Grayson, but the title of Robin, much like the title of Batman would later was passed down. There was Jason Todd, a street-smart ruffian pothead only a year or so younger than Dick. Then there was Tim Drake, a boy privileged not only with wealth, but of the mind, able to deduce the identities of both Robins before him and the Batman. After Tim was Stephanie Brown, and after Stephanie was Damian, Bruce's son.
They all took on the job of being Batman's closest ally at one point in time. They all represented something primal in him. For Dick Grayson it was the similarity in the loss of both parents. Jason represented his anger and rage. Tim was his unadulterated mind, his pure intellect and insight. Stephanie was his unbreakable will. Damian is his son, and there's no larger physical representation of Bruce or Batman than the boy.
Without Robin, the Batman would become corrupt and unquestioned. Without Robin, the Batman would fall.
I'm posting this little snippet from what I had down, because today Batman #0 came out, and in the back story there was a piece by James Tynion and Andy Clarke. It was quite honestly a brilliantly written piece, and I've always been an Andy Clarke fan since REBELS. It mostly caught my eye because Tim Drake was brilliant in it and I love Tim Drake. Anyway, I was perusing on Tumblr, and found that James Tynion [thanks to InnerVenom] had a blog and that he wrote about today's release, mostly how people misunderstood about something that happened in that story, but one part that caught my eye was this:
And I thought back to this little piece that I wrote and how I insightfully pointed out the same thing.
In the same way that Dick is Bruce’s Compassion, Jason is Bruce’s Rage (or passionate determination)… Tim is Bruce’s Intellect.
I just thought it was kind of funny. I felt insightful. I also feel like I should be given a job at DC so I could fix a lot of things they're ruining.
But yeah enjoy and uhm...don't look forward to more unless DC actually hires me and gives me enough time to post fanfiction on the internet. Or unless someone asks me to finish it but maybe not even then.