( There are times he’s felt like that himself. Felt like he was the only one who gave a damn about Gotham and the people within it. That there was no one else. No one who cared. No one who was willing to give up as much as he had to try and change things for the better. It made him angry. Made him frustrated. Made him push himself to the point where nothing and no one else mattered to him. But being here, having Damian at his side and Dick around to fill the silence with his yammering… there’s still hope. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time. )

That’s how I felt when my parents were murdered.

( He stops again and pushes open a door to lead them out of the tunnels and outside. )

But sometimes you meet people in unexpected places that make it a little easier. Even in a place like this. Doesn't make those scars go away. Not sure anything ever will when you've been hurt like that. ( Like how the kid describes his own anger and pain. ) But it helps a bit sometimes.

( Hand on the door, he waits for him to head out first. )