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All New Robin Volume 2 #24
The following occurs during The Dark Knight: Knight of Gotham #44-47
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With the thought of the attack on Wayne Manor, and the subsequent attempt on Alfred’s life, as well as his inability to rescue his father from his kidnapping teeming in his mind, Tim solemnly landed the Batwing inside of the Batcave. Exiting the craft’s cockpit, he was greeted by the butler, whos first question was,
“…is your father alright?” Tim remained silent, prompting Bruce, who had just walked over to join them, to ask,
“Is he…?”
“Dead? I don’t know. They made a point of making sure I heard the whole thing.” Examining Tim’s tattered suit, and the way he cradled his arm, both Alfred and Bruce began to make statements reassuring him that his father must still be alive. All he heard Bruce say through the angered ringing in his ears was,
“…they couldn’t take the two of us…they had to take the closest thing to father figures we have…”
“Closest thing to father figures? That man IS my dad Bruce!” Tim yelled, cutting Bruce off, “They didn’t take him because they couldn’t take you, they took him because he’s my dad! He might not know it but he’s everything to me. Why do you think I was so angry when he left Gotham in the first place!?” Bruce began to respond, but Tim was feeling something that had been building up inside him since the Cluemaster case: he began to finally understand what Jason had felt for years. The pain of losing everyone and everything, prompting him to cut Bruce’s sentiments off with, “The last thing I’m going to let happen is another innocent die on us. First Steph’s family, now my own family. I swear Bruce, we’re not losing him.” There was a silence, followed by Tim removing his cape and mask while Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder. Then, Tim asked, “How did he know about us?” Bruce’s face turned to disdain as he thought of the Crimson Knight and answered,
“I’m not sure. But he’s known for a while.”
“…He’s known for a while?” Tim asked, his temper rising again. Bruce described how during their altercation in the sewers the Knight had used his name, prompting Tim to respond, “You should’ve told me. You’re Bruce Wayne, one of the most high profile figures in Gotham and you thought that he only knew your identity? Buddy Standler could figure out who Robin is if he knew who Batman was!”
“It wasn’t important to you at the time.”
“WASN’T IMPORTANT?!” Bruce attempted to calm Tim by explaining how it had been during the Film Freak case, after listening to all that he had to say the latter began to walk away, but not before saying, “You should’ve told me, Bruce. If something happens to him…it’s your fault.”
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Tim spent most of the next day resting in Wayne Manor. Having connected his laptop to the Batcomputer, he sat with his arm in a sling while attempting each and every approach for fast bone repair. At many points in the day, he considered calling Stephanie on the communicator he had given to her, but deemed no reason he could think up important enough. At other points, he closed his laptop and attempted meditation. It had always been a vital part of training with Bruce to meditate in order to bury the feelings that could potentially make one of family go criminal, and in Tim’s case it seemed to be working. He envisioned his father, safe, and out of Gotham. The Crimson Knight falling into darkness, javelins of light shot through their chest. He envisioned Stephanie. Just Stephanie. Sitting with him, staying with him after all of the time apart-
“For too long this city has allowed itself to be governed by figures in the shadows…” The broadcast had barely started but Tim already recognized the voice coming from all television sets in Wayne Manor, “The Batman, his disciples, the cowards at the GCPD…” Within the minute, Tim had relieved himself of the string and was already in the new elevator that led down into the Batcave, with the Crimson Knight’s broadcast still echoing off the walls upstairs, “They claim to serve the will of the people…” The crate that contained his suit, mask, and cape was in hand, and before he knew it Tim was standing next to Bruce, who has clad in all but his cowl and clenched a sword in his left hand, “…but they seek to control your will.”
“The Knight?” Tim asked sheepishly, having not talked to Bruce since his outburst the night previously.
“He’s finally stepped into the light. He’s at…”
“City Hall. It’s on every channel. Couldn’t shut him up if I wanted to…” Tim went silent, looking into the eyes of the monster on the Batcomputer’s screens, “You think my dad’s with him?”
“Certainly. Suit up.” Dropping the crate, Tim quickly stepped into his suit and cape while Bruce and Alfred talked nearby. After reaching Bruce’s side, the young Robin felt compelled to tell his mentor about Stephanie, and how she could potentially help, but opted instead to remain silent as Bruce said, “Let’s move out. City Hall isn’t about to save itself.” Nodding silently, Tim placed his mask gently on his face and leapt into the Batwing’s passenger seat. Having a sudden epiphany, he turned on his comm and spoke into it quickly,
“You got eyes on a TV?” There was a moment of static before the unforgettable voice of Stephanie Brown replied on the other end,
“Wish I didn’t.” Tim smiled to himself before finishing his message to her in time for Bruce to climb into the driver’s seat,
“City Hall. Twenty minutes. It’s time to end this. Once and for all.”
All New Robin Volume 2 #24
The following occurs during The Dark Knight: Knight of Gotham #44-47
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With the thought of the attack on Wayne Manor, and the subsequent attempt on Alfred’s life, as well as his inability to rescue his father from his kidnapping teeming in his mind, Tim solemnly landed the Batwing inside of the Batcave. Exiting the craft’s cockpit, he was greeted by the butler, whos first question was,
“…is your father alright?” Tim remained silent, prompting Bruce, who had just walked over to join them, to ask,
“Is he…?”
“Dead? I don’t know. They made a point of making sure I heard the whole thing.” Examining Tim’s tattered suit, and the way he cradled his arm, both Alfred and Bruce began to make statements reassuring him that his father must still be alive. All he heard Bruce say through the angered ringing in his ears was,
“…they couldn’t take the two of us…they had to take the closest thing to father figures we have…”
“Closest thing to father figures? That man IS my dad Bruce!” Tim yelled, cutting Bruce off, “They didn’t take him because they couldn’t take you, they took him because he’s my dad! He might not know it but he’s everything to me. Why do you think I was so angry when he left Gotham in the first place!?” Bruce began to respond, but Tim was feeling something that had been building up inside him since the Cluemaster case: he began to finally understand what Jason had felt for years. The pain of losing everyone and everything, prompting him to cut Bruce’s sentiments off with, “The last thing I’m going to let happen is another innocent die on us. First Steph’s family, now my own family. I swear Bruce, we’re not losing him.” There was a silence, followed by Tim removing his cape and mask while Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder. Then, Tim asked, “How did he know about us?” Bruce’s face turned to disdain as he thought of the Crimson Knight and answered,
“I’m not sure. But he’s known for a while.”
“…He’s known for a while?” Tim asked, his temper rising again. Bruce described how during their altercation in the sewers the Knight had used his name, prompting Tim to respond, “You should’ve told me. You’re Bruce Wayne, one of the most high profile figures in Gotham and you thought that he only knew your identity? Buddy Standler could figure out who Robin is if he knew who Batman was!”
“It wasn’t important to you at the time.”
“WASN’T IMPORTANT?!” Bruce attempted to calm Tim by explaining how it had been during the Film Freak case, after listening to all that he had to say the latter began to walk away, but not before saying, “You should’ve told me, Bruce. If something happens to him…it’s your fault.”
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Tim spent most of the next day resting in Wayne Manor. Having connected his laptop to the Batcomputer, he sat with his arm in a sling while attempting each and every approach for fast bone repair. At many points in the day, he considered calling Stephanie on the communicator he had given to her, but deemed no reason he could think up important enough. At other points, he closed his laptop and attempted meditation. It had always been a vital part of training with Bruce to meditate in order to bury the feelings that could potentially make one of family go criminal, and in Tim’s case it seemed to be working. He envisioned his father, safe, and out of Gotham. The Crimson Knight falling into darkness, javelins of light shot through their chest. He envisioned Stephanie. Just Stephanie. Sitting with him, staying with him after all of the time apart-
“For too long this city has allowed itself to be governed by figures in the shadows…” The broadcast had barely started but Tim already recognized the voice coming from all television sets in Wayne Manor, “The Batman, his disciples, the cowards at the GCPD…” Within the minute, Tim had relieved himself of the string and was already in the new elevator that led down into the Batcave, with the Crimson Knight’s broadcast still echoing off the walls upstairs, “They claim to serve the will of the people…” The crate that contained his suit, mask, and cape was in hand, and before he knew it Tim was standing next to Bruce, who has clad in all but his cowl and clenched a sword in his left hand, “…but they seek to control your will.”
“The Knight?” Tim asked sheepishly, having not talked to Bruce since his outburst the night previously.
“He’s finally stepped into the light. He’s at…”
“City Hall. It’s on every channel. Couldn’t shut him up if I wanted to…” Tim went silent, looking into the eyes of the monster on the Batcomputer’s screens, “You think my dad’s with him?”
“Certainly. Suit up.” Dropping the crate, Tim quickly stepped into his suit and cape while Bruce and Alfred talked nearby. After reaching Bruce’s side, the young Robin felt compelled to tell his mentor about Stephanie, and how she could potentially help, but opted instead to remain silent as Bruce said, “Let’s move out. City Hall isn’t about to save itself.” Nodding silently, Tim placed his mask gently on his face and leapt into the Batwing’s passenger seat. Having a sudden epiphany, he turned on his comm and spoke into it quickly,
“You got eyes on a TV?” There was a moment of static before the unforgettable voice of Stephanie Brown replied on the other end,
“Wish I didn’t.” Tim smiled to himself before finishing his message to her in time for Bruce to climb into the driver’s seat,
“City Hall. Twenty minutes. It’s time to end this. Once and for all.”