[Dick is standing over a bloodied, broken Bruce Wayne. A gun is in his hand, shoved against the man's now-bare forehead, cowl long since broken, laying in pieces elsewhere.]
DICK: You're making this *so much harder* than it needs to be, Bruce. Just don't- stop *looking* at me like that! Like- like you *love* me! Just *stop it!*
[Bruce looks up at him, utter sadness in his eyes. He looks regretful, but like he's looking at the world- like one he helped break.]
BRUCE: ...But I *do* love you, Dick. You're my son.
[Dick snarls, shaking with rage and hurt.]
DICK: If you *loved me,* you wouldn't have sent me to Spyral! You wouldn't have left me alone with no memory! You wouldn't have left me to ROT in that abandoned wing of Arkham for TWO FUCKING YEARS! So stop it! Stop *pretending like you love me* while I- while I destroy your city, threaten your family, and point a goddamn gun in your face!
[Bruce's face only twitches, but to Dick, it's like the whole thing falls.]
DICK: ...You're insufferable. You're fucking insufferable, you know that? I wish- I wish I never met you, Bruce. You- you *turned me into this.* You turned me into a soldier and sent me off into YOUR war! I was a CHILD! If- If it weren't for you, I- Joker wouldn't have...
BRUCE: ...I know. For what it's worth- I'm... sorry. I want to help you. If.. if you would let me.
[Silence. Dick sobs, stumbling back, lowering the gun.]
DICK: God- *fuck* you, Bruce. Just... fuck you.
[Dick turns and runs off, leaving behind a broken Bruce. The Arkham Knight helmet lays nearby, broken in pieces. Bruce is full of regret.]