It’s wild that Bruce’s moral compass and sole reason for why a universe should exist is solely based on Dick
"Am I right, Dick?" I tell myself it’s simple. Right and wrong. Justice and vengeance. I draw the line because I have to. Because if I don’t, no one will. But then I hear his voice in my head. I see those damn blue eyes staring at me—not with anger, not with disappointment. Worse. With understanding. With the expectation that I’ll choose right, even when I don’t want to. "What would Dick do?" It shouldn’t be the question that stops me. It shouldn’t be the thing that holds me back when the city is bleeding, when the criminals I let live tonight will kill someone tomorrow. But it does. Because he believes in me more than I do.
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Infinite crisis #3