[He wants to look away, and he can't, and that's so hard. His throat works, but his mouth stays closed, because he doesn't know how to say what he needs to say. He doesn't know what he wants to do beyond standing very still. It feels like if he doesn't, if he doesn't keep himself in careful check, he'll explode.]
How can he be redeemed, Dick?
[It's Bruce, but - it isn't just Bruce, it's him, and Tim can't help but superimpose that. He can't help but see himself when he thinks of this Bruce, and Tim is terrified to see him in the hall because he knows it won't be Bruce Wayne he'll see.
I'll be Batman, Tim Drake. It'll be everything he's scared of being. And he knows there is no redeeming that Tim, he doesn't care what anyone has to say about it, you can be so far gone that you just can't be helped. A Bruce who kills - he can't be helped.]
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How can he be redeemed, Dick?
[It's Bruce, but - it isn't just Bruce, it's him, and Tim can't help but superimpose that. He can't help but see himself when he thinks of this Bruce, and Tim is terrified to see him in the hall because he knows it won't be Bruce Wayne he'll see.
I'll be Batman, Tim Drake. It'll be everything he's scared of being. And he knows there is no redeeming that Tim, he doesn't care what anyone has to say about it, you can be so far gone that you just can't be helped. A Bruce who kills - he can't be helped.]