He kept a carefully detailed under his notebook. In it was every newspaper clipping that mentioned Batman. All of them talked about all the lives he saved the people he helped. Articles that were filled with quotes from people finally glad someone was taking care of Gotham's crime problem. How people looked up to him and saw him as a hero, as a beacon of hope. He kept this all in a notebook hidden under his bed. And on his bad days, on his really bad days, where he couldn't get out of bed. Couldn't even fake a smile and pretend everything's ok. On those days where he just wanted to curl up and cry. Tell someone, tell anyone of the abuse he had suffered so they would take him away from this horrible place. On those days, on those very bad days, he would take the notebook out and read every story. Every single story. And think to himself how much Batman has done for Gotham. How much hope he brings to people. And while he read all those stories he would think how horrible of a person he would be if he were to take that hope away. How unfair he would allow other people to suffer just so he wouldn't have to. He would remind himself that he, Grayson, is a hero. And how real heroes put others people safety before their own. He would tell this to himself over and over. He would tell it till he was all cried out, till all the tears dried from his face. Till he was able to put on a smile and pretend once again everything was ok.