A/N: Attention Grant Morrison: NO. Just…no.
Disclaimer: Batman belongs to many people, but officially he belongs to DC Comics. I was just raised by him.
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I am Batman.
Dick Grayson closed his eyes and took a breath. Whether or not Bruce was dead was entirely besides the point. Gotham needed Batman.
I am Batman.
He tried to make himself believe those words were true, but something prevented him from doing so. In his heart, Dick knew that no one could ever replace Bruce. Bruce WAS the Batman.
I am vengeance.
Dick buckled on a Bat utility belt and methodically checked the compartments to ensure they were well-stocked.
I am the night.
He pulled his mentor's cowl over his face. It felt like calloused second skin and smelled like grime and salt.
From the passenger seat of the Batmobile, Damian huffed impatiently. Didn't Dick know crime never slept?
I AM BATMAN.
Dick got into the driver's seat and revved the engine.
"Let's go, Robin."