Haunt me.
It was personal, no matter what the boy tried to deny. The cowl covering the scars on his face, the armour that covered broken memories and harsh realities- to the boy, they were the exact same as the ghost of a figure from another time. Another face by the name he currently shared.
Another soul that seemed to be split, grown in a different mix, painted by another painter of the same scenery.
The fact that the boy stood there before him, sparring in training with Black Canary was a spectacle of its own. His movements, so very alike yet so. very. different. from the Dick he knew and raised.
Raised into a boy of self- worth, a boy who still, no matter his own influence, learned to love life despite its harsh realities and cruel twists of fate.
But this Robin, hitting hard, grunting, swinging his legs with such precision yet such anger , made him question once more just what had caused this young man to be so incredibly opposite to his own ward.
Was it really the other Batman?
Was this the future of the boy who stood next to him in the shadows, watching in observation.
Looking from one to another, he knew that there was one similarity between both boys, no matter what universe they came from.
Bruce promised that he would be there for both of them, no matter how much they both resented him for it.