That hits like a physical blow, judging by the flinch, but his voice remains quiet and steady even as he stares forward with grim ferocity.

"He's surrounded by people who love him. People who will never stop fighting for him, or the future he deserves, or the world he was born into. Even if we fail, he'll always know what it should have been."

Then he looks behind him again, his gaze bright and piercing. "How many children in Gotham can say the same?"