[Oh, the disappointment shouldn't hurt anymore. Not after the fire, at least. Not after growing up with Jack Drake and Bruce Wayne. But Tim can't help it- it's incredibly disappointing to be second fiddle to the gun.

It's a cool little gun.]

It's my dad's. He never showed it off or anything like that. But Alfred did tell me Dad was about to shoot B's face off once.

[And that was cool to know, that Tim Drake was worth it, once.]