His time
Damian looks at the suit in the glass case. He stares at it, transfixed by the symbol on the chest. His namesake, Ibn al Xu'ffasch. "Master Damian, what are you doing?" Alfred's voice interrupts his thoughts. "Am I interrupting something."
"Yes, but I'm not sure what." He says, placing a gloved hand on the case. "He was always so serious. Never giving up, never surrendering, never stopping. Despite when everyone else had." He talked about his father. "He cared, but he showed it in his own ways. Everyone found him cold, calculating, and stubborn." He looks up at Alfred.
"And you?"
"Annoying. It felt like he would never give me my shot. Kept telling me my time would come." His communicator was pinging. He picked it up and opened the channel.
"I don't know who is receiving this, if anyone is at all, but this is Officer O'Leary at 2nd and Main. We are pinned down by the clowns!" He looks up at Alfred as he places the green mask over his face and throws the hood over his head.
"You're going out there?" Alfred asks him as he gets on his motorcycle.
"No one else is. They need help. Grayson is in Bludhaven, Barbara's retired, Todd is MIA, who knows or cares about the others. He always told me my time would come, well here it is. I wanted it, wished for it, time to reap what I sowed." He says as he fires up the bike and shoots out the cave. "Comm check." He says. The mask had a lot built into it, they'd upgraded as the years progressed, now it looks like he'd have to do it himself.
"I have you." He smirks as the bike races towards the city. Ready to go help the police officers in his father's stead. Gotham's bat might be missing, but she still had her bird.