The Mad King
It was a miracle that he made it in time to see the explosion blow off the entire building, but not enough to make it inside. The force of it shook his teeth and made his belly churn with knots of worry and the downing realization that his son —Jason, Jaybird, Robin— was already death.
The dead son
It was both the scariest and most peaceful moment of his —soon to end— life. That Bruce didn't appear to save him was a forgotten anger in the last few seconds he still had. Life shouldn't have slipped from him so easily —so kindly, even— after long years making sure he lived on edge every damned second. If anything, the sudden halt was relieving.
The Queen of Peace
He knew it wasn't his duty to stop the madness that ran through the streets of Gotham and its protector. He wasn't even interested, before-
Before Jason's death.
But he also couldn't leave Bruce to his suffering, gone mad with the thrill of beating muggers up until they were only alive by sheer willpower. It wasn't healthy —not that what they did was, anyway— and it needed to be stopped soon. So he packed what little he had and ran away.
Hoping to find the hero that lay in him.