"You know, you'll never break me!" I spat at Ra's Al Gual. "Just like you'll never break the Batman."
"Nightwing." Ra's said. "Think about it, you could join me, and live a long, happy life, go back to fighting everyday street thugs until one of them gets the better of you, or die here, in this cell."
"I'll die then." I replied, seeing the camera recording, I added, "Ne vedem din nou, într-o zi." I'll see you again, someday.
"You still have time to see the light..." Raa's said, "The error of your ways. Why do you still resist?"
"Because you're the one with wrong thinking!" I yelled, "You don't, and you'll never understand!" Ra's shook his head sadly.
"You see, I hadn't wanted to do this." he said, walking over to the door. "But, you see, sometimes pain is needed in order for someone to see the light." He opened the door and Joker walked in.
"Hello!" he said, cheerfully. "I hear you had need of my... services?" Ra's groaned, ushering him in.
"He refuses to see the light." Ra's explained. "Give him as much pain as he needs to see it. However, we need him alive."
"Understood." Joker said with the grin of a manic. "I'll do everything in my power to give him as much pain as he can endure."
"You can't break me." I said, "You're just wasting your time." Although, this time, I wasn't so sure. I remembered Joker's crowbar. The pain it had inflicted on me. I could see he had brought it along. "Te urăsc, Joker. Nu-mi place rangă prea!" I hate you Joker. I hate your crowbar too!
"What is he saying?!" Ra's demanded. "Someone find me a translator! Now!" Even fustrating him failed to bring me reprieve, as it usually did.
"Într-o zi ... într-o zi vei muri! Iar când va veni acea zi ... eu voi fi primul care să se bucure!" Someday... someday you'll die! When that day comes... I'll be the first to rejoice! I snapped at him. Joker drew back the crowbar, and swung, but stopped before hitting my back.
"What's with the delay?" Ra's thundered, and Joker flinched, then took out his knife. Then he tried (in vain, I might add) to cut through my costume. Finally, he rolled it off my back and stared at the sight of it.
Of all my scars... I had the most on my back. Out of all my scars, if he saw them... He'd know. I looked down as Joker turned me around.
"Tatăl meu ... Îmi pare rău. Te-am reușit în moduri pe care nici măcar nu pot începe să-și imagineze. Și pentru că, îmi pare sincer rău." I said, My father... I'm sorry. I've failed you in ways you can't even begin to imagine. And for that, I am truly sorry.
"How do you explain, these, Nightwing?" Joker asked, "You have the marks from my crowbar on your back. Not once or twice, but roughly two hundred times! How do you explain them?"
"Maybe you'll find out." I said, slightly bemused. "Maybe I got in your way a few times. Maybe you're an idiot who forgot about me? Who knows?"
"I. Am. Not. An. Idiot!" Joker said, swinging his crowbar into my back as he had so many times before.
"Stai, mic Robin. Tatăl tău vine la tine. Rezistă." Hold on, little robin. Your father is coming for you. Just hang on. I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I opened my eyes to see I was alone.
"Hold on, little robin. Your father is coming for you. Just hang on." I whispered in english. For some reason, the words gave me strength. I repeated them. "Hold on, little robin. Your father is coming. Just hang on."
"Rob, venim. Rezistă. Îmi pare rău, eu nu a reușit prea, fratele meu." Rob, we're coming. Just hang on. I'm sorry, I failed you too, my brother.
"Robin, ne pare rău! Nu ne-am gândit! Vă vom reveni, va promitem!" Robin, we're so sorry! We weren't thinking! We'll get you back, we promise!
"Rob,vărugămsănumor!Terog,nu,tueștifratelemeumaimicșinuamfostatent, atuncicândartrebuisăamșiîmiparerău!" Rob,pleasedon'tdie!Pleasedon't, you'remylittlebrotherandIhaven'tbeenpayingattentionwhenIshould'veandI'msorry!
"Um ... Superboy a spus I. Hate. El. Mai mult de maimuțe." Um... Superboby said I. Hate. Him. More than monkeys.
"Arty a declarat, noi nu ar fi trebuit să ai fugit așa! Nu contează că ești cel mai capabil de noi toți." Arty said we shoulda never let you go off on your own. It doesn't matter that your the most capable of all of us.
"Kaldur'ahm este rău, Rob. El a cerut scuze de peste o sută de ori, și încă mai încearcă să-mi cer scuze pentru greșeala lui." Kaldur'ahm is sorry, Rob. He's apologized over a hundred times, and is still trying to apologize for his mistake.
"Dick, îmi pare rău. Nu trebuia să te las într-o miile de-al lui Ra. Pentru că, eu sunt cu adevărat rău." Dick, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ever let you within a mile of Ra's. For that, I am truely sorry. Bruce...
"Baza lor." I managed to say, Their base. "În cazul în care ai fost instruit, tată." Where you were trained, dad.
I wondered if I'd finally gone crazy. It was the only logical explanation.