i think there could be something there about dick growing up and realizing he is beautiful handsome gorgeous not because of anything in particular he did or has done, and taking the few moments to understand that he looks a lot like his mother, and wondering if there was anything else to the allure of the flying graysons other than their talent that drew so many crowds in and why his parents faces were always the biggest and brightest on every poster that could feature them, and then also seeing his face illuminated by unflattering flashes of light that still somehow come out photogenic and ethereal on gossip magazine covers as they catch him walking out of a grocery store or coming home from his day job, and thinking and wondering and questioning if this part of his life, this daily and constant hated surveillance and unwanted attention, would have followed him forever regardless of whether his parents had lived or not, and then taking the step further to wonder if eventually, if one day, if he had nothing else other than the circus and the trapeze, if it could have been enough to sustain him through all of the invasions of privacy and intrusive and rude questions, and then coming to the conclusion that no it would not have and he probably would have gone crazy and disfigured his face to get away from the cameras, but because he has the privilege of a mask and the night, he doesn't have to do those things and so all he can really do is think about the what-ifs, and still privately and quietly and secretly wishing he had not been born with his mother's face so at least he could hide from the truth of their absence every time someone plasters him on the dailymail alongside her
