He twisted and flipped through the air and when he finished his trainer, a young woman scarcely his age whispered in his year, warning him of the old man who had been watching him. Andrew is not afraid and he approached the man as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Can I help you?" He asks in a voice that probably makes his mother proud. He sounds grown up, like a talking head bound for office or some twenty-four hour news station.

He made his father proud too. Dick Grayson offered his hand. "Hi, you're Andrew Grayson, right?"

Andrew takes his father's hand. "Kane actually. Stopped using Grayson after the Olympics."

"You won a bronze and a silver, right?"

Andrew appeared annoyed. "My father would have taken the gold."

"No-" Dick begins to say but his son eagerly cuts him off.

"You don't know my father."

Dick laughs. "I am your father." Andrew is shocked. "And I was nowhere near as technical as you."

"What do you want?" Andrew asks, stepping back.

"I have a... job... proposal for you."

"I need to focus on my training."

"I agree, but this job is not one that comes a long very often, and it is one that comes with very big shoes to fill." Dick Grayson cocked half a smile, showing that even in old age he was as charismatic as he was when he wore those same shoes. "And cowl."

Andrew's brow lowered. "Are you?"

"Suggesting you become the next man to carry a symbol on your chest."

That was enough. Andrew gathered his things and left the gym with his father. Their limo was controlled by computer as they discussed what was to happen next. To night he would put on a Batsuit, as would Dick, and they would reclaim Gotham. They would prove again that Batman was not dead. They would find Daiman's killer. They would preform combat training, and through the emergency protocols. They would run through every eventuality. Every moment that may or may not ever happen. They will prepare for everything. They will preform the oath.

Tonight Dick Grayson passes a mantle he has not held in decades. Tonight, he sees his son become Batman.

Six weeks later...

"Slow down!" The elder batman yelled to his son. "I'm not as young as I used to be." Dick Grayson walked towards the younger Batman across the roof, who heeded his father's words and waited.

Andrew Kane smiled widely and for the first time since Dick held the cowl Batman smiled. He shakes out his hand. "This is fun."

"It's not supposed to be. It can be, but this is a serious mantle to carry."

Andrew "When I was little I used to want to be Robin. It looked fun, I knew I could do it. When I got older I hated Batman, Damian Wayne was a monster."

"He wasn't...he wasn't." Dick wasn't sure if he believed that ether, but he did not speak ill of the dead.

"He killed."

"If he had to." Dick Grayson defended his former robin.

Andrew shakes his head. "Mom said you didn't agree with his methods."

"Your mother has blood on her hands too." Just before the War of the New Gods Flamebird had killed Harvey Dent, he had her cornered and she did not have a choice. Or that's what she has always said. The night she came to tell him, to cry in his arms at what she had done, that night was twenty-three years ago.

"So do you." Andrew shoots back.

"Nobody is perfect, but Batman is the pinnacle of the human condition. Physically, mentally, morally. Are you up for that? Can you live up to that mask?" He puts his finger on the symbol that adorned his son's chest. "Can you live up to that symbol? Can you live up to the standards set by this city?"

"Damn Straight. Can we get back to beating up bad guys now?"

Dick had to stop himself from laughing. "I'll sit this one out, you go ahead."

"My pleasure, old man." They hear a scream and run towards it, leaping over the alleyways. They see a woman being harassed and the younger batman leaps from the roof, landing tight, his cape kicked up dirt with a theatrical swoosh.

"Ba-ba-" Stuttered one of the thugs.

"I thought you were dead."

Dick couldn't see his son's face but he imagined he wore a smirk and said "Batman will never die." And he lunged at the gang and the woman runs. Its 7 on 1, the punks don't stand a chance. Dick had been training his son for only a few weeks, and this was only their third patrol, but Andrew had adapted his gymnastics and acrobatics into a fighting style as fluid as Dick Grayson's in his heyday. He leaped around, kicking the assailants and landing clean punches. It only takes a moment and then the two Graysons reunite on the roof again. "I got the physical part down."

"And you think you're morally superior." Dick smirks.

"Look whos talking."

"Lets get back, you have three more contingency plans to run." Dick walked to the edge of the roof and summoned the Batmobile. Based on a design by Bruce, it was improved now, lighter, faster, and with more weapons. They climbed in, Dick's cybernetic brace lightly clicking as he slipped into the driver's seat.

"What we running tonight?" Andrew asks, the red roof closing above him.

"Buried Alive 6, Underwater Trap 256, and Underwater Trap 370."

"Six feet of dirt? A capsized boat and a refrigerator? It's gonna be a long night."

Pulls off his cowl and laughs while running a hand through his hair."You better get used to that."