[ No one. Bruce would disagree. He knows that domino mask. And he suspects, underneath that familiar yellow cloak, that there's an R on his chest, stylized just so. He would never forget it. But he does not know the boy wearing it.
He thinks alternate timelines and lives diverging into similar but distinct paths. He's met other versions of himself and it's easy to think there's one out there that's picked this boy to be a Robin. This one would not have. Not after what happened to Tim. The wound is still too fresh, despite the distance from it. ]
You're lying. Robin.
[ But he doesn't push any farther. Instead, he points with his cane to the W. ]
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He thinks alternate timelines and lives diverging into similar but distinct paths. He's met other versions of himself and it's easy to think there's one out there that's picked this boy to be a Robin. This one would not have. Not after what happened to Tim. The wound is still too fresh, despite the distance from it. ]
You're lying. Robin.
[ But he doesn't push any farther. Instead, he points with his cane to the W. ]
I think you know exactly who I am.