All of your father’s greatness stems from his anger. His pain. His loss. That’s what makes Batman. Someday you’ll inherit the right to be Batman. But the mantle of Robin is mine to pass on. You become Robin to save people. To catch them. Because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve been hurt. I’ve lost people I loved. But that’s not what makes Robin. Because it isn’t what makes me. I’ve never let myself be defined by tragedy.